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OF     THE 


METHODIST  PROTESTANT 


C  HE  TJ  R  O  H. 


COMPILED    BY    AUTHORITY    OF    THE 
GENERAL     CO^FEREUCE    OF1    1858, 


B  ALT  I  MOKE: 

PUBLISHED    BY   THE    PRESIDENT   AND    DIRECTORS   OF    THE   BOOK   CONCERN 

OF   THB   METHODIST    PROTESTANT    CHURCH. 

1865. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  one  thousand 
eight  hundred  and  fifty-nine,  by  the  President  and  Directors  of  the 
Book  Concern  of  the  Methodist  Protestant  Church. 


Sherwood  &  Co.,  Printers, 


PREFACE. 


The  General  Conference  of  May,  1858,  appointed  a 
Committee  to  revise  the  Hymn  Book  of  the  Methodist  Pro- 
testant Church.  The  Committee,  in  entering  upon  their 
labor,  discovered  a  field  of  such  extent  before  them  that, 
in  order  to  answer  the  expectations  of  the  Conference  and 
membership  generally,  they  found  it  necessary  to  make  an 
entirely  new  arrangement  or  classification.  They  deter- 
mined, therefore,  to  compile  a  new  book.  The  result  of 
nearly  a  year's  labor  is  now  offered  to  the  Church,  with 
the  hope,  not  unreasonably  entertained,  that  it  may  prove 
acceptable. 

The  "Arrangement  of  Subjects"  has  been  simplified 
and  adapted  as  far  as  possible  to  the  purposes  of  such  a 
table.  Many  long  hymns  contained  in  the  old  book,  which 
on  account  of  their  length  were  never  sung,  have  been 
omitted  in  the  new,  while  others  have  been  sufficiently 
abridged  to  render  them  suitable  for  public  worship,  and 
others  again,  of  rare  poetic  and  spiritual  excellence,  have 
been  retained  entire,  but,  at  the  same  time,  they  have  been 
broken  up  into  separate  hymns  of  reasonable  length. ' 

The  Committee  take  pleasure  in  calling  attention  to  sev- 
eral new  and  desirable  features  in  the  present  book.  Each 
hymn   has  the  name  of  the    author    (so  far   as   could  be 


IV  PREFACE. 

ascertained)  at  the  top,  on  the  right  hand.  On  the  left  is 
the  name  of  the  tune  to  which  it  may  be  sung,  which  will 
be  found  of  great  advantage  to  leaders  of  choirs,  and  to 
those  whose  duty  it  may  become  to  raise  the  tunes  for  the 
congregation,  as  indicating  the  class  of  tunes  suitable  to 
the  expression  of  the  sentiment  contained  in  the  hymn. 
The  hymns  are  numbered  agreeably  to  their  relative 
positions  in  the  book,  and  the  paging  at  the  top  is  omitted 
as  being  unnecessary.  This  change  is  adopted  to  prevent 
the  confusion  likely  to  ensue  when  the  number  of  the  page 
and  the  number  of  the  hymn  are  both  called  out. 

The  number  of  Doxologies  in  the  present  compilation  is 
very  much  increased.  No  little  inconvenience  was  expe- 
rienced formerly  from  the  paucity  of  these,  particularly 
as  it  has  been  of  late  the  custom  in  various  evangelical 
churches  to  conclude  service  with  a  Doxology  agreeing 
in  metre  with  that  of  the  final  hymn  sung.  The  present 
collection  will  admit  of  this  without  difficulty,  inasmuch  as 
the  metres  of  all  the  hymns  in  the  book  have  Doxologies 
suited  to  them. 

A  collection  of  "  Spiritual  Songs"  is  added  as  an  appen- 
dix. It  was  deemed  desirable  to  have  the  best  specimens 
of  this  class  preserved  in  the  book  in  common  use,  so  that 
there  might  be  no  necessity  for  a  separate  collection  on 
revival  occasions.  The  poetic  merits  of  many  of  them  are 
hardly  sufficient  to  entitle  them  to  positions  beside  the 
magnificent  effusions  of  Watts  and  Wesley,  while  their 
earnest  spirituality  and  the  familiarity  of  all  Methodists 
with  them  forbid  their  being  altogether  omitted.     Should 


PREFACE.  V 

it  be  thought  desirable,  however,  at  any  future  time,  to 
separate  them  from  their  present  relation  and  to  have  them 
bound  in  a  distinct  collection,  it  can  be  done  without  mar- 
ring the  unity  of  the  book. 

In  addition  to  the  usual  Index,  one  has  been  added  con- 
sisting of  the  "  First  Line"  of  each  stanza  except  the  first. 
This  will  be  found  convenient  in  enabling  the  possessor  to 
find  readily  any  hymn  when  the  first  line  only  of  a  stanza 
is  remembered. 

There  is  also  an  Index  of  names  of  Tunes,  arranged 
alphabetically,  which  will  doubtless  prove  acceptable  to 
those  required  to  raise  them. 

The  hymns  have  been  selected  with  a  view  to  their 
spirituality,  their  poetic  beauty,  and  their  suitableness  to 
illustrate  the  several  subjects  under  which  they  are  located. 
More  than  one-half  the  number  contained  in  this  volume 
have  been  selected  from  our  former  collection.  The  Com- 
mittee have  drawn  largely  from  the  compositions  of  Watts 
and  the  two  Wesleys  for  the  remainder,  and  have  generally 
endeavored  to  give  them  as  they  were  originally  written. 
Other  pious  authors  have  also  contributed  their  share, 
among  whom  it  is  only  necessary  to  mention  the  names 
of  Doddridge,  Heber,  and  Montgomery.  They  have  also 
availed  themselves  of  some  exquisitely  beautiful  effusions 
of  more  modern  date,  which  have  not  appeared  hitherto  in 
any  similar  publication,  but  which  are  no  less  an  ornament 
to  our  Church  Hymn  Book  than  an  expression  of  the  pro- 
found and  fervent  piety  of  their  respective  authors. 

The  Committee  desire  to  express  their  many  and  great 


VI  PREFACE. 

obligations  to  the  following  named  gentlemen  for  their  val- 
uable assistance  in  the  several  departments  enumerated  : — 
To  David  Creamer,  Esq.,  for  his  assistance  in  verifying  the 
hymns;  to  Samuel  Burnet,  Esq.,  for  his  assistance  in  the 
musical  department,  (both  of  the  Methodist  Episcopal 
Church ;)  and  to  the  Rev.  Jas.  M.  Haines,  of  the  Virginia 
Annual  Conference,  for  preparing  the  Index  of  first  lines. 

In  conclusion,  they  desire  to  commend  the  present  work 
to  the  favorable  acceptance  of  the  Church,  with  the  assur- 
ance that  no  labor  or  care  which  it  was  in  their  power  to 
bestow  has  been  spared  to  render  it  suitable  for  devotion, 
and  in  all  particulars  what  the  Church  has  a  right  to  expect 
from  their  hands. 

Josiah  Yarden, 
John   J.  Murray, 
E.  Y.  Reese, 
Luther  Martin, 
Edmund  G.  Waters. 


PLAN  OF  ARRANGEMENT. 


PAGE 

I.  God  in  Nature 9 

II.  Divine  Attributes 15 

III.  Divine  Government  and  Providence 31 

IV.  Christ — 

Birth  of  Christ 48 

Life  of  Christ  59 

Death  of  Christ , 66 

Resurrection  and  Glory  of  Christ 81 

V.  The  Holy  Spirit 98 

VI.  The  Holy  Scriptures 113 

VII.  Institutions  op  the  Gospel — 

The  Sabbath 121 

The  Church 132 

The  Ministry 146 

Baptism 150 

Lord's  Supper,.    153 

VIII.  Sin 158 

IX.  Warnings 164 

X.  Invitations 177 

XI.   Christian  Experience — 

Penitence 197 

Justification  by  Faith '236 

Communion  with  God 262 

Duties  and  Trials 297 

Unfaithfulness  Mourned , , 324 


Vlll  PLAN   OF   ARRANGEMENT. 

XII.  Means  of  Grace — 

Public  Worship 337 

Social  Worship 382 

Domestic  Worship 400 

Prayer 419 

XIII.  Death 432 

XIV.  Prospect  of  Heayen 457 

XV.  Resurrection  and  Judgment 478 

XVI.  Special  Occasions 490 

Thanksgiving  492 

Watch-night 495 

New  Year . 498 

Sunday  Schools 502 

Meetings  for  the  Poor 507 

Missionary 509 

Doxologies * 516 

Miscellaneous  Spiritual  Songs 521 


HYMNS 


1.     GOD  IN   NATURE 


-.      Alfreton.  L.  M^  *  Steele. 

1-  There  is  a  God. 

rpHERE  is  a  God — all  nature  speaks, 
JL    Through  earth  and  air,  and  sea  and  skies  ; 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  earliest  "beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

Throughout  the  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes  in  characters  of  light 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God  ; 
Bow  down  before  him,  and  adore. 


2 


Arlington.  CM.  Oi'iE 

All  his  works  praise  Him,. 

THERE  is  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
A  tongue  in  every  flower, 
Which  tells,  0  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 

Of  thy  almighty  power  ; 
The  birds,  that  rise  on  quiv'ring  wing, 

Proclaim  their  Maker's  praise, 
And  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  spring 
To  thee  an  anthem  raise. 


GOD   IN   NATURE. 

2  Shall  I  be  mute,  great  God,  alone, 

'Midst  nature's  loud  acclaim  ? 
Shall  not  my  heart,  with  answ'ring  tone, 

Breathe  forth  thy  holy  name  ? 
All  nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine  : 

Nature  shall  cease  to  be  ; 
Thou  gavest — proof  of  love  divine — 

Immortal  life  to  me. 

8     Watchman.  S.  M.  Watts. 

His  Name  is  glorious. 

A  LMIGHTY  Maker,  God, 
J\.  How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ; 
Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad, 
Through  the  creation's  frame. 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator  too  ; 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  Create  my  soul  anew, 

Else  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true 
Until  'tis  formed  again. 

5  Descend,  celestial  fire, 

And  seize  me,  from  above  ; 
Melt  me  in  flames  of  pure  desire, 
A  sacrifice  to  love. 

6  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  ray  days, 
And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 
10 


(X)D    IN    NATURE. 

j.      Winchester.  L.  M.  Addison. 

4  The  Maker  Divine. 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his^Creators  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth : 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine. 

>s     Barby.  C.  M.  Simon  Brown. 

V  All  things  created  for  His  glory. 

GREAT  First  of  beings  !  mighty  Lord 
Of  all  this  wondrous  frame  ! 
Produced  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came. 
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GOD   IN    NATURE. 

2  Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  command, 

'Twas  instantly  obeyed  ; 
And  through  thy  goodness  all  things  stand, 
Which  by  thy  power  were  made. 

3  Lord  !  for  thy  glory  shine  the  whole  ; 

They  all  reflect  thy  light : 
For  this  in  course  the  planets  roll, 
And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

4  For  this  the  sun  dispenses  heat 

And  beams  of  cheering  day  ; 

And  distant  stars,  in  order  set, 

By  night  thy  power  display. 

5  For  this  the  earth  its  produce  yields  ; 

For  this  the  waters  flow  ; 
And  blooming  plants  adorn  the  fields, 
And  trees  aspiring  grow. 

6  Inspired  with  praise,  our  minds  pursue 

This  wise  and  noble  end — 
That  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 
Shall  to  thine  honor  tend. 


6 


Woodstock.  CM.  Montgomery. 

The  God  of  Nature  and  of  Grace. 

THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 
In  all  his  works  appears  ; 
His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 
2.  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe, 
By  him  in  wisdom  planned  ; 
'Twas  he  who  girded,  like  a  robe, 
The  ocean  round  the  land. 
3  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heaven  your  eye, 
Thither  his  path  pursue  ; 
His  glory,  boundless  as  the  sky, 
O'erwhelms  the  wondering  view. 
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GOD    IX    NATURE. 

How  excellent,  0  Lord,  thy  name, 

In  all  creation's  lines  : 
Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 

With  rising  lustre  shines. 

Millions  "before  thy  presence  stand, 

Who  feel,  while  they  adore, 
Fullness  of  joy  at  thy  right  hand, 

And  pleasures  evermore. 

St.  Martin's.  C.  M.  *  T.  H.  Siockton. 

The  heart's  attestation . 

WE  need  not  soar  above  the  skies, 
Leave  suns  and  stars  below  ; 
And  seek  Thee,  with  unclouded  eyes, 

In  all  that  angels  know  ; — 
The  very  breath  we  now  inhale, 

The  pulse  in  every  heart, 
Attest  with  force  that  cannot  fail, 
Thou  art— 0  God  !  Thou  art  ! 

If,  'midst  the  ever-during  songs 

Of  universal  joy, — 
The  cliime  of  worlds  and  chant  of  tongues — 

The  praise  that  we  employ 
May  breathe  its  music  in  thine  ear, 

Its  meaning  in  thy  heart, 
Our  glad  confession  deign  to  hear, — 

Thou  art,  0  God  !  Thou  art ! 

Devises.  CM.  Ldth.  Col. 

Native  invites  our  praise. 

HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  ! 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  ; 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 
B*  13 


9 


GOD   IX   NATURE. 

At  morning j  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view, 
And  while  we  gaze  our  hearts  exult 

With  transports  ever  new. 

Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 

With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  lawn, 

With  countless  beauties  shine  ; 
The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade,  .     , 

Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

Great  nature's  God  !  still  may  these  scenes 

Our  serious  hours  engage  ; 
Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 

Thy  work's  instructive  page. 
And  while  in  all  thy  wondrous  works 

Thy  varied  love  we  see, 
Still  may  the  contemplation  lead 

Our  hearts,  0  God,  to  thee  ! 

Zanesville.  C.  M.  Steele. 

Creation  prompts  to  Gratitude. 

LORD  !  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise 

And  bid  my  soul  adore. 
Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 

And  speak  their  source  divine. 
On  me  thy  providence  hath  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays, 
Oh,  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 
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DIVIXE   ATTRIBUTES. 


All  bounteous  Lord  !  tliy  grace  impart, 

Oh,  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts,  with  ever  grateful  heart, 

And  crown  them  with  thy  love. 


II.     DIVINE  ATTRIBUTES. 

..  ~     Uxbridge.  L.  M.  T.  H.  Stockton. 

1U  Unity  of  God. 

WHEN  God — neglected  or  denied — 
From  ancient  tribes  withdrew  his  grace, 
How  soon  the  erring  myriads  strove 
With  phantom  forms  to  fill  his  place  ! 

2  On  every  hill,  by  every  stream, 

All  homes  within,  all  waysides  near, 
The  hallowed  idols  senseless  stood, — 

The  helpless  suppliants  bowed  with  fear. 

3  With  gods  for  every  foot  of  land, 

And  every  pause  of  passing  time, 
In  life  no  soothing  peace  they  found, 
In  death  no  heavenly  hope  sublime. 

4  0  Thou,  the  true  and  living  God  ! 

Maker  of  all  above — below, 
Eternal — self-existent  One  ! 

How  blest  are  we  thy  name  to  know  ! 

5  One  God— enlightened  faith  adores  ; 

One  God — harmonious  nature  cries  ; 
One  God — our  common  Sire  and  Lord, 
The  brotherhood  of  mind  replies. 
15 


LTVIXE   ATTRIBUTES. 


To  Thee,  Supreme  ! — to  Thee  alone, 
Be  hymns  of  highest  glory  sung  ; 

The  source  of  joy  to  every  heart, 

The  theme  of  praise  to  every  tongue. 


11 


A 


Duke  street.  L.  M.  Anon. 

God  Omnipotent  and  Everlasting. 

LL-POWERFUL,  self-existent  God, 
Who  all  creation  dost  sustain, 


Thou  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  ; 
And  everlasting  is  thy  reign. 

2  Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days, 

Each  glorious  attribute  divine, 
Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiminished  lustre  shine. 

3  Fountain  of  being  !  Source  of  good  ! 

Immutable  dost  thou  remain  ; 
Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

4  Nature  her  order  shall  reverse, 

Revolviug  seasons  cease  their  round  ; 
Nor  spring  appear  with  blooming  pride, 
Nor  autumn  be  with  plenty  crowned. 

5  Yon  shining  orbs  forget  their  course, 

The  sun  his  destined  path  forsake  ; 
And  burning  desolation  mark 

Amid  the  world  his  wand'ring  track  ; 

6  Earth  may  with  all  her  powers  dissolve, 

If  such  the  great  Creator's  will : 
But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same  ; 
i  I  am'  is  thy  memorial  still. 
16 


DIVINE   ATTRIBUTES. 

-.  q     Old  Hundred.  L.   M.  Watts 

J-  &  Majesty  of  God. 

ETERNAL  Power,  whose  hisjli  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God, 
Infinite  lengths  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds  ; 

2  Thee  while  the  first  archangel  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  ; 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshiping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  ; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  great,  the  holy,  and  the  high. 

4  Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learned  to  lisp  thy  name  ; 
But,  oh,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  ; 
Be  short  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few  ; 
A  solemn  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 


13 


Hebron.  L.  31.  Watts. 

Omniscience. 

LORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thro'  ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers.   ' 

My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  : 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

1? 


DIVIXE    ATTRIBUTES. 


3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge  !   vast  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height  ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost.    . 

5  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest  ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passsions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


14 


Chimes.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Omniscience. 


LOKD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  ; 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all  surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  He  open  to  thee,  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  0  wondrous  knowledge  !  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side  ! 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sov' reign  love. 
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DIVINE    ATTRIBUTES. 

LK     Mear.  CM.  Watts. 

J  Omniscience. 

ALMIGHTY  God  !  thy  piercing  eve 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 

Xor  wicked  word  we  say, 
But  in  thy  dreadful  bcok  'tis  writ, 
Against  the  judgment  day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 

Be  read  and  published  there  ? 
Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear  ? 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  lie, 

Upward  I  dare  not  look  ; 
Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die, 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

I  p     Howard.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

-*•  ^  God  Benevolent  and  Merciful. 

rPHY  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love. 
-L    L^nmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
And  help  our  misery. 

2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still  ; 

Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear  ; 
That,  sav'd,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodness  and  thy  truth  to  me, 

To  every  soul,  abound  ; 
A  vast,  unfathomable  sea, 

vYhere  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 
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DIVINE   ATTRIBUTES. 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plenteous  is  the  store  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore. 

5  Faithful,  0  Lord,  thy  mercies  are  ; 

A  rock  which  cannot  move  ; 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 

Unalterably  sure  ; 
And,  while  the  truth  of  G-od  remains, 
His  goodness  must  endure. 

1 ;~     Dundee.  C.  M.  Watts. 

•*  ■  Creator  and  Redeemer. 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines, 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs,, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power  ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  cf  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ  ; 
They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 
Or  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But  when  we  view  thy  strangq  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — 

5  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brighter  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 
20 


DIVIDE   ATTRIBUTES. 

6  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Imraanuers  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

7  0  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 


18 


Edgeware.  C.  M.  "Watts. 


Power,   Wisdom  and  Goodness. 

I  SING  th'  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountain  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed. 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye — 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread,    . 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be, 

Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there, 
c  21 


DIVINE   ATTRIBUTES. 

1  q     Heber.  C.  M.  Watts. 
'v                               God  Eternal 

GEEAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever  living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
To  thee  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on, 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

r\p.     Balerma.  C.  M.  Thompson. 

^^  The  Die  trie  Omnipresence. 

JEHOVAH  God  !  thy  gracious  power 
On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
0  may  the  blessing  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee. 

2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  right  hand  will  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thine  arm  our  path  surround. 
22 


DIVIXE    ATTRIBUTES. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

The  hand  of  God  we  see  ! 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Ceaseless,  proceed  from  thee. 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
In  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 


21 


Warwick.  CM.  Needham, 

Holiness  of  God. 

HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King  ; 
"  Thrice  holy  Lord,"  the  angels  cry  ; 
i(  Thrice  holy  "  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  0  my  soul,  to  God  ; 
Lift,  with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  secret  awe  pronounce  his  name, 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach  ; 
A  contrite  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free  ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 
23 


DIVINE   ATTRIBUTES. 

qq     Margate.  S.  M.  Watts. 

^^  Great  in  Mercy. 

MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great  ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins  ; 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  Our  days  are  like  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweeps  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

6  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

qq     Fountain.  C.  M.  Watts. 

^^  Goodness  and  Mercy. 

LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all  ; 
Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 
24 


DIVINE    ATTRIBUTES. 

2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 

When  virtue  lies  distressed 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  servants  feel, 

Thou  hear'st  thy  children's  cry, 
And,  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil,  * 

Thy  grace  is  ever  nigb. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  hearts  sincere  ; 
Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 

And  spread  thy  i'ame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 

Ai      Oxford.  L.  M.  Noel's  Col. 

^  Omnijrresence  of  God. 

WHERE  can  we  hide,  or  whither  fly, 
Lord,  to  escape  thy  piercing  eye  ? 
With  thee  it  is  not  day  and  night, 
But  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 

2  Where'er  we  go,  whate'er  pursue, 
Our  ways  are  open  to  thy  view  ; 

Our  motives  read,  our  thoughts  explored, 
Our  hearts  revealed  to  thee,  0  Lord. 

3  Is  there,  throughout  all  worlds,  one  spot, 
One  lonely  wild,  where  thou  art  not  ? 
The  hosts  of  heaven  enjoy  thy  care, 
And  those  of  hell  know  thou  art  there. 

4  Awake,  asleep,  where  none  intrude, 
Or  'midst  the  thronging  multitude, 
In  every  land,  on  every  sea, 

We  are  surrounded  still  with  thee, 
c*  25 


DIVINE   ATTRIBUTES. 

5  Search  us,  0  God,  and  know  each  heart ; 
With  every  idol  hid  us  part  ; 
Make  us  to  keep  thy  holy  ways, 
And  live  to  utter  forth  thy  praise. 

Stockwell.  8s  &  7s.  Bowring. 

God  is  Love . 

GOD  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever  ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Every  where  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

r\fl     Alway.  L.  M.  Watts. 

^t)  Goodness  of  God. 

HIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  thy  just  and  wise  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands,' 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 
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3  0  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 

Whence  all  our  hope,  our  comfort  springs  ; 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 

We  shall  he  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  hrings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


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Mt.  Pleasant.  C.  M.  Buhdbr. 

God  is  Love. 


COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
And  lift  your  souls  above  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 

To  sing  that  God  is  love. 
This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 
Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts  appears, 

To  show  that  God  is  love. 
Sinai,  in  clouds  and  smoke  and  fire, 

Thunders  his  dreadful  name  ; 
But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 

The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 
In  all  his  doctrines  and  commands, 

His  counsels  and  designs — 
In  every  work  his  hands  have  framed, 

His  love  supremely  shines. 
Angels  and  men,  the  news  proclaim 

Through  earth  and  heaven  above, 
The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 

That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 
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Hebron.  L   M.  J.  Wesley. 

Canst  thou  find  out  the  Almighty  to  perfection. 

OGOD,  thou  bottomless  abyss  ! 
Thee  to  perfection  who  can  know? 
0  height  immense  !  what  words  suffice 
Thy  countless  attributes  to  show  ? 

2  Greatness  unspeakable  is  thine  ; 

Greatness,  whose  undiminished  ray, 
When  short-lived  worlds  are  lost,  shall   shine, 
When  earth  and  heaven  are  fled  away. 

3  Unchangeable,  all-perfect  Lord, 

Essential  life's  unbounded  sea, 
What  lives  and  moves,  lives  by  thy  word, 
It  lives,  and  moves,  and  is  from  thee. 

4  High  is  thy  power  above  all  height ; 

Whate'er  thy  will  decrees  is  done  ; 
Thy  wisdom,  equal  to  thy  might, 
Only  to  thee,  0  God,  is  known  ! 

£\r\     Give.  C.  M.  Steele. 

"V  God's  Goodness. 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care — 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 
?Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 


In  its  diviner  forms. 


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4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come — 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  : 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love 

What  honors  shall  we  raise? 
Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 


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Swanwick.  C.  M.  Watts. 

God  the  Judge. 
ITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 


Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou,  sovereign  judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 

And  make  his  vengeance  known. 
Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  who  are  oppressed, 
To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 
The  men  who  know  thy  name  will  trust 

In  thine  abundant  grace  ; 
For  thou  clost  ne'er  forsake  the  just, 

Who  humbly  seek- thy  face. 

Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 

And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 
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DIVINE   ATTRIBUTES. 

Q-i      Howard.  C.  M.  Drennan, 

^J-  God  present  loith  his  people. 

THE  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 
The  universal  Lord ; 
Yet  he  in  humble  hearts  will  deign 
To  dwell  and  be  adored. 

2  Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice 

Of  fervent  praise  and  prayer, 
Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 
The  God  of  heaven  is  there. 

3  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad 

Through  realms  and  worlds  unknown  ; 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 


q^     Sessions.  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

*-*&  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

FATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend — 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son,  Incarnate  Word, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend — 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend — - 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah — Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend — 
Grace,  pardon,  life  to  us  extend. 

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qq     Orland.  L.  M.  T.  H.  Stockton, 

OO  Truth. 

CAN  truth  divine  fulfilment  fail  ? 
Sooner  shall  star  crowned  nature  die  ! 
Truth  is  the  very  breath  of  God — 
Part  of  his  own  eternity. 

2  Earth's  every  pulse  may  cease  to  flow, 

And  every  voice  he  heard  no  more  ; 
The  forest  crumble  on  the  mount — 
The  sea  corrupt  upon  the  shore  ; 

3  The  moon's  supply  of  light  expire, 

The  sun  itself  grow  dense  with  gloom, 
And  fairer  systems,  sphered  afar, 
Dissolving,  own  the  common  doom  ; 

4  But  long  as  stands  Jehovah's  throne, 

Long  as  his  being  shall  endure, 
So  long  the  truth  his  lips  proclaim 
Remains  inviolably  sure. 


III.     DIVINE   GOVERNMENT    AND   PROVI- 
DENCE. 

3   m     Welton.  L.  M.  Dyer. 

4  God  over  all. 

GREATEST  of  beings,  Source  of  life, 
VJT  Sovereign  of  air,  and  earth  and  sea.1 
All  nature  feels  thy  power  ;  but  man 
A  grateful  tribute  pays  to  thee. 

2  Subject  to  wants,  to  thee  he  looks, 

And  from  thy  goodness  seeks  supplies  ; 
And  when,  oppressed  with  guilt,  he  mourns, 
Thy  mercy  lifts  him  to  the  skies. 
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Children,  whose  little  rnincls,  unformed, 

Ne'er  raised  a  tender  thought  to  heaven, 
And  men,  whom  reason  lifts  to  God, 

Though  oft  by  passion  downward  driven  : 
Those,  too,  who  bend  with  age  and  care, 

And  faint  and  tremble  near  the  tomb, 
Who,  sickening  at  the  present  scenes, 

Sigh  for  that  better  state  to  come  : 
All,  great  Creator,  all  are  thine, 

All  feel  thy  providential  care  ; 
And  through  each  varying  scene  of  life, 

Alike  thy  constant  pity  share. 
And  whether  grief  oppress  the  heart, 

Or  whether  joy  elate  the  breast, 
Or  life  still  keep  its  little  course, 

Or  death  invite  the  heart  to  rest, — 
All  are  thy  messengers,  and  all 

Thy  sacred  pleasure,  Lord,  obey  : 
And  all  are  training  man  to  dwell 

Nearer  to  bliss,  and  nearer  thee. 

Silver  street.  S.  M.  Watt?, 

The  universal  King. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  Sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 

And  all  the  solid  ground. 

Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 

He  formed  us  by  his  word. 
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DIVINE    GOVERNMENT   AND    PROVIDENCE. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

6     Geneva.  C.  M.  Addison. 

Providential  care. 

WHEX  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  0  how  shall  words,  with  equal  warmth, 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  within  my  ravished  heart"! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learned 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

4  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

5  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  deaths, 

It  gently  cleared  my  way  ; 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  feared  than  they. 

6  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  0  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

7  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
But  oh  !   eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 
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DIVINE    GOVERNMENT   AND   PROVIDENCE. 

Dundee.  C.  M.  Cowper. 

God's  Sovereignty. 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 


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Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


Portugal.  L.  M.  Anon. 

Trust  in   God. 


PEACE,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear  ! 
Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near  ; 
Who  fed  thee  last,  will  feed  thee  still  ; 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will. 
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DIVINE   GOVERNMENT    AND    PROVIDENCE. 

The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  mercy  stoops  to  hear  thy  cry  ; 
His  promise  all  may  freely  claim, 
u  Ask  and  receive  in  Jesus'  name." 
His  stores  are  open  all,  and  free 
To  such  as  truly  upright  be  ; 
Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  else  which  he  sees  good. 
Your  sacred  hairs,  which  are  so  small, 
By  God  himself  are  numbered  all ; 
This  truth  he's  published  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  trust  the  Lord. 
The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed, 
And  sends  them  food  as  they  have  need  ; 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  store, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more. 
Then  do  not  seek,  with  anxious  care, 
What  ye  shall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear  ; 
Your  heavenly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  these  things  you  need. 

Peterboro'.  C.  M.  Ch.  Psalmist. 

Safe  in  God. 

OTHOU,  my  light,  my  life,  my  joy, 
My  glory  and  my  all  ! 
Unsent  by  thee,  no  good  can  come, 
No  evil  can  befall. 

2  Such  are  thy  schemes  of  providence, 

And  methods  of  thy  grace, 
That  I  may  safely  trust  in  thee, 
Through  all  this  wilderness. 

3  'Tis  thine  outstretched  and  powerful  arm 

Upholds  me  in  the  way, 
And  thy  rich  bounty  well  supplies 
The  wants  of  every  day. 

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For  such  compassions,  0  my  God, 

Ten  thousand  thanks  are  due  ; 
For  such  compassions,. I  esteem 
Ten  thousand  thanks  too  few. 
Plymouth  Dock.  6  8s.  Addison. 

God  the  Shepherd. 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  : 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
When  in  the  sultry  glehe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 
Though  in  a  hare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 
Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still  : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 
Shirland.  S.  M.  Watts. 

God,  our  ShejjJierd. 

THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  ; 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  : 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 
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2  H  ne  to  the  pla 

W  venly  pasture  groTT.~-. 

Wl  ere  living  ^ 
An  salvation 

3  If  o'er  I  _ 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 

-  me.  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  nam 

4  While  he  dd, 

I  cannot  y:  sar  : 

Tho'  I  should  walk  thi  th"a  dark  sh 

My  Shephei  I  -  with  me  the 

5  In  sight  of  all  es, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  : 
M  ■ 

And  jc  head. 

6"  Th-  bonnti  -  >f  thy  I 

Bh  ill  ci   wu  my  future   lays  : 
N  :  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
X::   :   &setc  -    3at  thy  j  rai 


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G1  DTE  I  ids  thy  1     rs  : 

T  Hope,  and  be  undismayed  : 
I  hears  thy  sigh-  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

and  storms, 
He  gently  cleai  ay  : 

Wait  thou  his  time — bo  shall  this  night 

B     n  end  in  joyous  day. 
Still  heavy  is  thy  heart? 

Still  sink  thy  -   Lrited   wn  ? 

ear  depart. 
Bid  every  cai  gone. 

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4  What  though  thou  rulest  not? 

Yet  heaven ,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

5  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care  ; 
To  him  commend  thy  cause — his  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

6  Thy  everlasting  truth, 

Father,  thy  ceaseless  love, 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
What  "best  for  each  will  prove. 

7  Thou  every  where  hast  sway, 

And  all  things  serve  thy  might, 
Thy  every  act  pure  blessing  is, 
Thy  path  unsullied  light. 

8  When  thou  arisest,  Lord, 

What  shall  thy  work  withstand? 
Whate'er  thy  children  want,  thou  giv'st  ; 
And  who  shall  stay  thy  hand  ? 

AC\     Woodland.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

QO  Our  Leader. 

OGOD  of  Abram,  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed, 
Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led,— 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  ; 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 
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0  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 

Our  feet  arrive  in  peace. 

Now,  with  the  humble  voice  of  prayer, 

Thy  mercy  we'll  implore  ; 
Then,  with  the  grateful  voice  of  praise, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore. 

Cambridge.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Preserver. 

TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 

Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 

"Whom  he  designs  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 

His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 
He  will  sustain  our  weakest  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  most  unguarded  hours 

Against  surprising  harm. 
Israel,  rejoice  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 

For  thine  eternal  guard. 
Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  smite  ; 
He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 

From  blasting  damps  at  night. 
He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 

Til]  God  commands  thee  home. 
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Winter.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 


Trust  in  the  Promises  of  God. 

AND  art  thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord, 
To  dissipate  our  fear  ? 
Dost  thou  proclaim  thyself  our  God, 
Our  God  for  ever  near  ? 

2  Doth  thy  right  hand,  which  form'd  the  earth. 

And  bears  up  all  the  skies, 
Stretch  from  on  high  its  friendly  aid, 
When  clangers  round  us  rise  ? 

3  And  wilt  thou  lead  our  weary  souls 

To  that  delightful  scene 
Where  rivers  of  salvation  flow, 
Through  pastures  ever  green  ? 

4  On  thy  support  our  souls  shall  lean, 

And  banish  every  care  ; 
The  gloomy  vale  of  death  shall  smile, 
If  God  be  with  us  there. 

5  While  we  his  gracious  succor  prove, 

'Midst  all  our  various  ways, 
The  darkest  shades  through  which  we  pass 
Shall  echo  with  his  praise. 

,  /^     Hermon.  C.  M.  Beddome. 

J^U  Fear  not. 

YE  trembling  souls  !  dismiss  your  fears  ; 
Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows 
In  one  continued  stream. 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell  : 
God  will  these  powers  restrain  ; 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

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DIVINE   GOVERNMENT    AND    PROVIDENCE. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good  : 

He  .still  for  his  provides, 
Grants  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  gives  them  heaven  besides. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Nor  death's  tremendous  sting  : 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

6  You  in  his  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 

May  confidently  trust  ; 
His  wisdom  guides,  his  power  protects, 
His  grace  rewards  the  just. 


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Forrest.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Our  Refuge. 

HE  that  has  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode — 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare — 
Satan,  the  tempter,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

3  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  spread, 
To  shield  them  with  a  healthful  shade. 

4  If  vapors  with  malignant  breath 

Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death,  * 
Israel  is  safe — the  poisoned  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 
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DIVINE   GOVERNMENT    AND   PROVIDENCE. 

5  What  though  a  thousand  at  thy  side, 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thousand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves, 
Among  the  dead,  amid  the  graves. 

6  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword, 
Keceive  commission  from  the  Lord, 
To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blest. 


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Albion.  C.  M.  Fawcett 

Dark  Providence, 

THY  way,  0  God,  is  in  the  sea, 
Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 

My  captive  soul  surround  ; 
Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
My  wond'ring  thoughts  confound. 

3  As  through  a  glass  I  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

4  'Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will  : 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight  ; 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light? 

5  With  raptures  shall  I  then  survey 
,   Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
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DIVINE    GOVERNMENT   AND    PROVIDENCE. 

m^     Avon.  C.  ML  Anoh. 

^U  Prosperity  from  God. 

SHINE  on  our  souls,  eternal  God  ! 
With  rays  of  mercy  shine  : 
0  let  thy  favor  crown  our  days, 
And  their  whole  course  be  thine. 

2  Did  we  not  raise  our  hands  to  thee, 

Our  hands  might  toil  in  vain  ; 
Small  joy  success  itself  could  give, 
If  thou  thy  love  restrain. 

3  'Tis  ours  the  furrows  to  prepare, 

And  sow  the  precious  grain  : 
'Tis  thine  to  give  the  sun  and  air, 
And  to  command  the  rain. 

4  With  thee  let  every  week  begin, 

With  thee  each  day  be  spent, 
For  thee  each  fleeting  hour  improv'cl, 
Since  each  by  thee  is  lent. 

5  Thus  cheer  us  through  this  toilsome  road 

Till  all  our  labors  cease  ; 
And  thus  prepare  our  weary  souls 
For  everlasting  peace. 

}s^     Migdol.  L.  M.  J.  VYesley. 

Petition  for  Daily  Food. 

FATHEE,  'tis  thine  each  day  to  yield 
Thy  children's  wants  a  fresh  supply  ; 
Thou  cloth' st  the  lilies  of  the  field, 

And  hearest  the  young  ravens  cry. 
On  thee  we  cast  our  care  ;   we  live 

Through  thee,  who  know'st  our  every  need 
0  feed  us  with  thy  grace,  and  give 
Our  souls  this  day  the  living  bread  ! 
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DIVINE    GOVERNMENT   AND   PROVIDENCE. 

Arundel.  C.  M.  Addison. 

God's  People  Blessed. 

HOW  are  thy  servants,  blessed,  0  Lord  ! 
How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide — 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will  ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 

Azmon.  CM.  G.  Wesley. 

The  Author  of  every  Good  Gift. 

FATHEK,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift,— 
My  soul  on  thee  depends, — 
Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 
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DIVINE   GOVERNMENT   AND   PROVIDENCE. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 

And  power  and  wisdom  too  ; 
Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  We  cannot  speak  one  useful  word, 

One  holy  thought  conceive, 
Unless,  in  answer  to  our  Lord, 
Thyself  the  blessing  give. 

4  His  blood  demands  the  purchased  grace  ; 

His  blood's  availing  plea 
Obtained  the  help  for  all  our  race, 
And  sends  it  down  to  me. 

5  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought ; 

Our  good  is  all  divine  : 
The  praise  of  every  virtuous  thought 
And  righteous  word  is  thine. 

6  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 

The  power  on  thee  to  call, 
In  whom  we  are,  and  move,  and  live  ; 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

3     St.  John's.  C.  M.  Watts. 

God  the  Supporter. 

GOD,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 
My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  holds  me  up, 
And  saves  me  from  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
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DIVINE   GOVERNMENT   AND   PROVIDENCE. 

What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 

God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Kock, 
The  Strength  of  every  saint. 

Behold,  the  sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  presence,  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol- gods  they  love 

Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 

And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Barby.      .  CM.  Watts 

God  the  Everlasting  Help. 

OGOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  secure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 

And  our  defence  is  sure. 

Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 

Before  the  rising  sun. 

The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 

Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  following  years. 
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DIVIXE   GOVERNMENT    AND    PROVIDEXCE. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream. 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ;    . 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

7  0  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guide  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

^      Howard.  C.  Bff.  Hervey. 

^  Our  Father's  Love. 

SIXCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 
God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
0  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ? 

2  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 

Xor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
E'en  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  the  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name  ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 


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Lanesboro'.  C.  M.  Brady  &  Tate. 

Taste  and  see  that  the  Lord  is  Good. 

THRO'  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy. 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  emplov. 

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CHRIST. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  who  are  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh.  make  but  trial  of  his  love — 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  : 
Come,  make  his  service  your  delight, 
He'll  make  vour  wants  his  care. 


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IV.     CHRIST. 


BIRTH      OF      CHRIST. 

Ozrem.  S.  M.  Watts. 

Inefficiency  of  the  Types. 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  our  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 

And  richer  blood  than  the 

Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  feel  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  trust  his  bleeding  love. 
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BIRTH    OF    CHRIST. 

8      Rochester.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Types  10  ith  dra  10  n . 

I^HE  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
.    The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

2  No  smoking  sweets,  nor  Weeding  lambs, 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  slain  ; 
Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  He  took  our  mortal  flesh  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

4  "  Father,'''  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  sins, 

For  I  myself  have  died  ;*' 
And  then  he  shows  his  opened  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  side. 

^      Chopin.  C    M.  Doddridge. 

^  The  prom  :sed  Saviour. 

HARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 
The  Saviour  promised  long  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love,    . 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 
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CHRIST. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray. 
And  on  the  eyes,  oppressed  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  hind, 

The  wounded  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  The  sacred  year  lias  now  revolved, 

Accepted  of  the  Lord, 
When  heaven's  high  promise  is  fulfilled, 
And  Israel  is  restored. 

*7  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace  ! 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

q[\     Coronation.  C.  M.  Medley. 

UU  Prince  of  Life. 

MOETALS,  awake — with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new — 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran, 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 
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BIETH    OF    CHRIST. 

5  Hark  !  the  chernbic  armies  shout. 

And  glory  leads  the  song  : 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat — 

"Glory  to  God  on  high  : 

Good  Trill  and  peace  are  now  complete — 
Jesus  was  horn  to  die." 

7  Hail.  Prince  of  life  !  for  ever  hail, 

Redeemer.  Brother,  Friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


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XorthSeld.  C.  M.  Tate. 

Descent  of  the  Angels. 

IT^HILE  shepherds   watched  their  flocks  by 
1 1     All  seated  on  the  ground,  [night, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down. 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  trouhled  mind  : 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  hring 
To  you  and  all  mankind, 

3  "To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

la  born,  of  David's  line. 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  he  the  sign  : 

4  "The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  fiud 

To  human  view  displayed. 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spoke  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God  on  high, 
And  thus  addressed  their  son_ 

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CHRIST. 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  he  peace  : 
Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin,  and  never  cease." 

Heudon.  7s.  Montgomery. 

A  Son  is  given. 

BRIGHT  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 
For  to  us  a  child  is  horn  ; 
From  the  highest  realms  of  heaven 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given. 

2  On  his  shoulder  he  shall  hear 
Power  and  majesty,  and  wear 
On  his  vesture  and  his  thigh 
Karnes  most  awful — names  most  high. 

3  Wonderful  in  council  he, 
Christ,  the  incarnate.  Deity, 
Sire  of  ages,  ne'er  to  cease, 

King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  peace. 

4  Come  and  worship  at  his  feet — 
Yield  to  him  the  homage  meet, 
From  his  manger  to  his  throne 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 


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Laban.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Thanhs  for  the  Unspeakable  Gift. 

FATHER,  our  hearts  we  lift, 
Up  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son. 

2  His  infant  cries  proclaim 

A  peace  'twixt  earth  and  heaven  : 
Salvation,  through  his  only  name, 
To  all  mankind  is  given. 
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BIRTH    OF   CHRIST. 

The  gift  unspeakable 

We  thankfully  receive, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodness  tell, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 
May  all  mankind  receive 

The  new-born  Prince  of  peace, 
And  meekly  in  his  Spirit  live, 

And  in  his  love  increase. 
Till  he  convey  us  home 

Cry  every  soul  aloud, — 
Come,  thou  Desire  of  nations,  come, 

And  take  us  up  to  God. 

Cookham.  7s.  C.  "Wesley. 

•   Incarnation. 

HAEK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild — 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  \" 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise — 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
With  the  angelic  host  proclaim, 
" Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Lo,  he  lays  his  glory  by, 

Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born,  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Veiled  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see — 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  ; 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  appear, 
See  the  great  Immanuel  here. 

5  Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace  ! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

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CHRIST. 

Clarendon.  C.  M.  E.  H.  Sbars 

A  joyous  Event. 

CALM  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above. 

Shed  sacred  glories  there, 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  joyous  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply, 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  u Glory  to  God  !"  the  sounding  skies 

Aloud  with  anthems  ring  ; 
1  'Peace  to  the  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King  !" 


Antioch.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Christ  comes  to  destroy  Sin. 

JOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  has  come  I 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
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BIRTrl    OF   CHRIST. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


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A 


Zion.  8s,  7s  &  4.  Montgomery 

Worship  Christ. 

NGELS  !  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth  ; 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

Shepherds  !  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

Grod  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  heavenly  light  : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

Sages  !  leave  your  contemplations. 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations, 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  : 
Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,- the  new-born  King. 

Saints  !  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 
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CHRIST. 

Sinners  !  wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 

Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains  : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

Sicilian.  8s  &  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Desire  of  Nations. 

HAIL,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ! 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art  ; 
Long  desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child — yet  God  our  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, — 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Eule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Eaise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

Sprague.  S.  M.  Anon. 

The  Saviour  Born. 

WE  come  with  joyful  song 
To  hail  this  happy  morn  : 
Glad  tidings  from  an  angel's  tongue, 

"This  day  is  Jesus  born  !" 
What  transports  doth  his  name 

To  sinful  men  afford  ! 
His  glorious  titles  we  proclaim — 
A  Saviour — Christ — the  Lord  ! 
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BIRTH    OF    CHRIST. 

Glory  to  God  on  high, 

All  hail  the  happy  morn  : 
"We  join  the  anthems  of  the  sky. 

And  sing,  "The  Saviour's  born  !" 

Howard.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Song  of  the  Angels. 

"  OHEPHEBDS,  rejoice— lift  up  your  eyes, 
O  And  send  your  fears  away  ; 
News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies — 
A  Saviour's  born  to-day. 
"i  "Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 
Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
But  not  as  monarch s  do. 

3  "Xo  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

Xor  royal  shining  things  ; 
A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands. 
And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

4  "Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 
With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son/' 

5  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  straight  around 

The  heavenly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song  : 

6  "Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above — 

Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
At  their  Eedeemer's  birth/' 

7  Lord  !  and  shall  angels  have  their  songs, 

And  men  no  tones  to  raise? 
0  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues 

When  we  forget  to  praise  ! 
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71 


72 


CHRIST. 

Coventry.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

7  lie  Prom  ise  fulfilled. 

THE  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 
Have  seen  a  glorious  light  : 
The  people  now  behold  the  dawn 
Who  dwelt  in  death  and  night. 

To  hail  thy  rising,  Sun  of  life. 

The  gathering  nations  come, 
Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 

Their  harvest  treasures  home. 

For  thou  our  burden  hast  removed — 
Th'  oppressor's  reign  is  broke  ; 

Thy  fiery  conflict  with  the  foe 
Has  burst  his  cruel  yoke. 

To  us  the  promised  child  is  horn, 

To  us  the  Son  is  given  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 

And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  peace, 

For  evermore  adored — 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 

The  mighty  God  and  Lord. 

His  power,  increasing  still,  shall  spread, 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know  ; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above. 

And  peace  abound  below. 


Bentley.  8s  &  7s.  Cawood. 

Peace  on  Earth — Good  icill  to  Men. 

HAKK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 
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LIFE    OF    CHRIST, 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  :- 
Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven  !— 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  horn,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  ; 
0  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 


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LIFE     OF     CHRIST. 
St.  Thomas.  S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Love  of  the  Father. 

RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  lias  done. 

Sing  how  eternal  Love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  ruined  race 

From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
Xo  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 

To  fiercer  flames  below. 
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CHRIST. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, — 

Let  hopeless  sorrows  cease  ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call — 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 


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Elon.  C.  M.  Curtts's  Col. 

Miracles  of  Jesus. 

AND  didst  thou,  Jesus,  condescend, 
When  veiled  in  human  clay, 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
And  drive  disease  away  ? 

2  Diclst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 

And  cause  the  blind  to  see? 
Thou  Son  of  David,  hear — 0,  hear — 
Have  mercy,  too,  on  me.    • 

3  And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  woe, 

And  sight  and  health  restore? 

0  pity,  Lord,  and  save  ni3r  soul, 
Which  needs  thy  mercy  more. 

4  Didst  thou  thy  trembling  servant  raise, 

When  sinking  in  the  wave? 

1  perish,  Lord  ;  0,  save  my  soul  ; 

For  thou  alone  canst  save. 
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75 


76 


LIFE   OF   CHRIST. 

Winter.  C.  M.  Beddome. 

Our  Exemplar. 

IN"  duties  and  in  sufferings  too, 
Thy  path,  my  Lord,  I'd  trace  ; 
As  thou  hast  done,  so  would  I  do, 
Depending  on  thy  grace. 

Inflamed  with  zeal,  'twas  thy  delight 

To  do  thy  Father's  will ; 
0  may  that  zeal  my  soul  excite, 

Thy  precepts  to  fulfil. 

Meekness,  humility  and  love, 
Through  all  thy  conduct  shine  ; 

0  may  my  whole  deportment  prove 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

Arlington.  C.  M.  IIkber. 

Infancy  of  Christ. 

ABASHED  be  all  the  boast  of  age, 
Be  hoary  learning  dumb  ; 
Expounder  of  the  mystic  page, 
Behold  an  infant  come. 

Oh,  Wisdom,  whose  unfading  power 

Beside  the  Eternal  stood, 
To  frame  in  nature's  earliest  hour 

The  land,  the  sky,  the  flood, — 

Yet  didst  not  thou  disdain  awhile 

An  infant  form  to  wear — 
To  bless  thy  mother  with  a  smile, 

And  lisp  thy  faltered  prayer. 

But  in  thy  Father's  own  abode, 

With  Israel's  elders  'round, 
Conversing  high  with  Israel's  God, 

Thy  chiefest  joy  was  found, 
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CHRIST. 


5  So  may  our  youth  adore  thy  name — 
And,  Saviour,  deign  to  bless 
With  fostering  grace  the-timid  flame 
Of  early  holiness. 


Rochester.  C  M.  Enitield. 


Christ  our  Pattern. 

BEHOLD,  where  in  a  mortal  form 
Appears  each  grace  divine  !  B 
The  virtues  all,  in  Jesus  met, 

With  mildest  radiance  shine. 
To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 

Was  his  divine  employ. 
Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 

A  friend  and  servant  found  ; 
He  washed  their  feet,  he  wiped  their  tears. 

And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 
''Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life, — 

He  labored  for  their  good. 
To  God  he  left  his  righteous  cause, 

And  still  his  task  pursued, 
While  humble  prayer  and  holy  faith 

His  fainting  strength  renewed. 
In  the  last  hours  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned  he  bowed  and  said, 

"-Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 
Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 
0  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 

His  joy  and  glory  share. 
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LIFE    OF   CHRIST. 

j-yQ     Effingham.  L.  M.  Steele. 

■  ^  Christ  our  Example. 

AND  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
So  let  our  conversation  be  ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  Jesus  \et  us  fix  our  eyes, 

Bright  Pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  0  how  benevolent  and  kind'! 

How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  his  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  his  the  rule  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 

Was  his  employment  and  delight  ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  ; 
If  then  we  love  our  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 


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Rothwell.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Devotion  of  ^Christ. 


MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love — and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 
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CHRIST. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  deserts  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern — make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

~-      Stonefic4d.  L.  M.  .  Doddridge. 

OU  Joy  in  Christ. 

WHEN  at  a  distance,  Lord,  we  trace, 
The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 
What  transport  pours  o'er  all  our  breast, 
And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest. 

2  With  thee,  in  the  obscurest  cell, 

On  some  bleak  mountain  would  I  dwell,^ 
Bather  than  pompous  courts  behold, 
And  share  their  grandeur  and  their  gold. 

3  Away,  ye  dreams  of  mortal  joy  ; 
Kaptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ  ; 
I  see  the  King  of  glory  shine, 

And  feel  his  love,  and  call  him  mine. 

4  On  Tabor  thus  his  servants  viewed 
His  lustre,  when  transformed  he  stood  ; 
And  bidding  earthly  scenes  farewell, 
Cried,  "  Lord,  'tis  pleasant  here  to  dwell." 

5  Yet  still  our  elevated  eves 

To  nobler  visions  long  to  rise  ; 
That  grand  assembly  would  we  join, 
Where  all  thy  saints  around  thee  shine. 

6  That  mount,  how  bright  !  those  forms,  how  fair  ! 
;Tis  good  to  dwell  for  ever  there  ! 

Come,  death,  dear  envoy  of  my  God, 
And  bear  me  to  that  blest  abode. 
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81 


-LIFE   OF   CHRIST. 

Oldham.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Forgiveness  from  the  Example  of  Jesus. 

GOD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise  ! 
Thy  glory  is  my  song  ; 
Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  slanders,  false  and  vain, 
They  compass' d  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  compassion  mov'd  ; 

Their  peace  he  still  pursued  : 
They  render' d  hatred  lor  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

A  Their  malice  raged  without  a  cause  ; 
Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  prayed  for  murd'rers  on  his  cross, 
And  bless' d  his  foes  in  death. 

5  0  may  his  conduct,  all-divine, 
To  me  a  model  prove  ; 
Like  his,  0  God  !  my  heart  incline 
My  enemies  to  love. 

^v      Dikeman.  S.  M.  Beddome. 

^  "  He  beheld  the  City,  and  wept  over  <7," 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

The  wond'rino-  angels  see  ; 
Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 
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CHRIST. 


3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 
Each  sin  ^demands  a  tear  : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


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Windham.  L.  M.  Tappan. 

Gethsemane. 

J^PIS  midnight — and  on  Olive's  hrow 

JL   The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone  ; 
'Tis  midnight  in  the  garden  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  rernov'd, 
Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears  ; 

E'en  the  disciple  that  he  lov'd 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  griefs  and  tears. 

'Tis  midnight — and,  for  others'  guilt, 
The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  hlood ; 

Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  "by  his  God. 

'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 


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DEATH     OF     CHRIST. 
Olivet.  L.  M.  Watts. 

"  God  forbid  that  I  should  glory ." 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 


DEATH    OF   CHRIST. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down? 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small  ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 


.•      Holinan.  CM.  S.  Wesley,  Sr. 

J  On  the   Cross. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee. 

2  Hark  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ; 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  j^recious  ransom's  paid  ! 

"  Receive  my  soul,"  he  cries  ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head — 
He  bows  hisjiead  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine  : 
0  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine? 

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CHRIST. 

China.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Redemption. 

ALAS,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  great  Kedeemer,  died 

For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
When  his  dear  cross  appears — 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Heber.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  for  Redempl Ion . 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — oh,  amazing  love  ! — 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 

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DEATH    OF   CHRIST. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled — 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  0  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ! 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


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Naomi.  CM.  Pratt's  Col: 

Christ  our  Peace. 

IN  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 
By  methods  of  our  own  ; 
Blest  Saviour,  nothing  but  thy  blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2  The  threat' nings  of  thy  broken  law 

Impress  the  soul  with  dread  : 
If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw, 
It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 

3  But  thy  atoning  sacrifice 

Hath  answered  all  demands, 
And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Come  to  us  by  thy  hands. 

4  'Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  0  Lord  ! 

'Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest  ; 
For  ever  be  thy  love  adored, 

Thy  name  for  ever  blest. 
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90 


CHRIST. 

Fenwick.  8s,  7s  &  4.  Fbakcis. 

"  It  is  Finished:1 

HAKK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky  ! 

"  It  is  finished  !"— 
Hear  the  Saviour,  dying,  cry. 
It  is  finished  ! — 0,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  afford4! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord  : 

It  is  finished  ! — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record  ! 
Finished — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finished — all  that  God  has  promised  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finished — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 
Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 
Sessions.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"  Behold  the  Man  /" 

YE  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man  ! 
The  man  of  grief,  condemned  for  you, 
The  lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 

Weeping,  to  Calvary  pursue. 
His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they  tear, 

With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood  ! 
His  sacred  limbs — exposed  and  bare, 
Or  onlv  covered  with  his  blood. 
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DEATH   OF   CHRIST. 

See  there  !  his  temples  crowned  with  thorn, 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
His  streaming  feet  transfixed  and  torn, 

The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side. 
0  thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God, 

How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move  ! 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 

And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love. 
At  thy  last  gasp,  the  graves  displayed 

Their  horrors  to  the  upper  skies  ; 
0  that  our  souls  might  burst  the  shade, 

And,  quickened  by  thy  death,  arise  ! 
The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death 

And  tremble,  and  asunder  part  ; 

0  rend,  with  thy  expiring  breath, 
The  harder  marble  of  our  heart ! 

Give.  C.  M.  Newton. 

Subdued  by  the  Cross. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Una  wed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

1  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 
Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 

Though  not  a  word  lie  spoke. 
My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

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CHRIST. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


92 


Lanesville.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  precious  Saviour. 

OF  him  who  did  salvation  bring 
I  could  for  ever  think  and  sing  ; 
Arise,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve  ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and,  lo,  'tis  given  ! 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  ; 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins,  he  blushed  in  blood, 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God  ; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  : 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  Spring  I  fly  ; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  ; 

Ah  !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah  !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough  ? 

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93 


DEATH    OF    6HRIST. 

Welton.  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Passion  of  Christ. 

COME,  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord,, 
When  he  expired  in  shame  and  blood, 
Like  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn. 

And  shook  their  heads  and  laugh/ d  in  scosn  ; 
cc  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
Xow  let  him  try  himself  to  save.'"' 

3  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

4  But  gracious  G-od  !  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  his  death  a  blessing  prove  : 
Though  once  upon  the  cross  he  bled, 
Immortal  honors  crown  his  head. 

5  Through  Christ  the  Son  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  ! 

The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Xor  shall  our  hop>e  be  turned  to  shame. 


94 


Hebron.  L.  M.  Steele. 

.4  dying  Saviour. 

STRETCHED  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies  ! 
Hark  !   his  expiring  groans  arise  ; 
See — from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side,     ' 
Fast  flows  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream — how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 
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CHRIST. 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

4  Come,  blessed  Lord  !  thy  grace  impart 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart  ; 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move, 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 


Ortonville.  0.  M.  Cowper. 

Efficacy  of  the  Atoning  Blood. 
HPHERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 


JL    Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  / 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  Abounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

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96 


97 


DEATH    OF   CHRIST. 

Limeliouse.  L.  M.  Cunningham. 

The  Hidings  of  the  Father's  Face. 

FROM  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard, 
A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  : 
My  Saviour,  every  mournful  word 
Bespeaks  thy  soul's  deep  agony. 

A  horror  of  great  darkness  fell 
On  thee,  thou  spotless,  holy  One  ! 

And  all  the  swarming  hosts  of  hell 
Conspired  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 

tThe  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace, 
These  thou  couldst  bear,  nor  once  repine  ; 

But  when  Jehovah  veiled  his  face, 
Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 

Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence  break  ; 

Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky  ; 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul,  awake  ! 

He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 

Lord  !  on  thy  cross  I  fix  mine  eye  ; 

If  e'er  I  lose  its  strong  control, 
0,  let  that  dying,  piercing  cry, 

Melt  and  reclaim  my  wand* ring  soul. 

Effingham.  L.  M.  Watts. 

]Youders  of  the  Cross. 

NATURE  with  open  volume  stands 
To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad  ; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 
His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 

Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 
T5 


CHRIST. 

3  0  !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God,  the  Saviour,  loved  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

4  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 

And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

p,Q     Bether.  6  7s.  Toplady 

^O  fiock  0f  Ages. 

ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure — 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone — - 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring — 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne. 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

r\p^     Kingsbridge.  L.  M.  Stenxktt. 

^y  "  It  is  Finished:' 

JHHIS  finished  !  so  the  Saviour  cried, 

JL    And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died  ; 
''Tis  finished  ! — yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  batt-e  fought,  the  victory  won. 

7P> 


100 


DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

Tis  finished  ! — all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 
Is  now  fulfilled,  as  long  designed, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
'Tis  finished  ! — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore  ; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 
'Tis  finished  ! — this,  my  dying  groan, 
For  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ; 
Millions  shall  he  redeemed  from  death 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 
'Tis  finished  ! — heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled  : 
Peace,  love  and  happiness  again 
Keturn  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 
'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  thro'  all  the  nations  'round  ; 
'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  echo  fly 
Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky, 

Wjndhaui.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"It  is  Finished." 

"PIS  finished  !     The  Messiah  dies, 

-L    Cut  off  for  sins,  but  not  his  own  ! 
Accomplished  is  the  sacrifice, 

The  great  redeeming  work  is  clone. 
'Tis  finished  !     All  the  debt  is  paid  ; 

Justice  divine  is  satisfied  : 
The  grand  and  full  atonement  made  : 

Christ  for  a  guilty  world  hath  died. 
The  veil  is  rent  in  Christ  alone  ; 
The  living  way  to  heaven  is  seen  ; 
The  middle  wall  is  broken  down, 

And  all  mankind  may  enter  in. 

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CHRIST. 

4  The  types  and  figures  are  fulfilled , 
Exacted  is  the  legal  pain  ; 
The  precious  promises  are  sealed  ; 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  is  slain. 

6  Saved  from  the  legal  curse  I  am, 

My  Saviour  hangs  on  yonder  tree  ; 
See  there  the  meek,  expiring  Lamb  ! 
'Tis  finished  !     He  expires  for  me. 
6  Death,  hell,  and  sin,  are  now  subdued  ; 
All  grace  is  now  to  sinners  given  ; 
And,  lo  !  I  plead  the  atoning  blood, 
And  in  thy  right  I  claim  thy  heaven. 


101 


Heber.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

God  manifested  in  the  Flesh. 

WITH  glorious  clouds  encompass'd  round, 
Whom  angels  dimly  see, 
Will  the  Unsearchable  be  found, 

Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 
Will  he  forsake  his  throne  above, 

Himself  to  worms  impart? 
Answer,  thou  Man  of  grief  and  love, 
And  speak  it  to  my  heart. 

In  manifested  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  design  ; 
What  meant  the  suffering  Son  of  man, — 

The  streamingblood  divine? 
Didst  thou  not  in  our  flesh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  might  now  perceive  thee  near, 

And  my  Kedeemer  know  ? — 
Might  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  see, 
And  gaze,  transported  at  the  sight, 

To  all  eternity  ? 

78 


102 


DEATH    OF   CHRIST. 

Brighton.  6  8's.  C.  Wesley. 

Love  Divine. 

OLOVE  divine,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 
Th'  incarnate  God  hath  died  for  me  ! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree  ! 
The  Son  of  God  for  me  hath  died  : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

2  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pass  by, — 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  Peace  ! 
Come  see,  ye  worms,  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his  ? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified  : — 

3  Is  crucified  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God  : 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, — 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  : 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  side  : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream  ; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  loss, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him. 
Qf  nothing  think  or  speak  beside, — 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 


103 


Alway.  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

Expiring  on  the  Cross. 

EXTENDED  on  a  cursed  tree, 
Covered  with  dust,  and  sweat,  and  blood, 
See  there,  the  King  of  glory  see  ! 
Sink  and  expires  the  Son  of  God. 
79 


104 


CHRIST. 

Who,  who,  my  Saviour,  this  hath  done  ? 

Who  could  thy  sacred  body  wound  ? 
No  guilt  thy  spotless  heart  hath  known, — 

No  guile  hath  in  thy  lips  been  found. 
I,  I  alone  have  done  the  deed  ; 

'Tis  I  thy  sacred  flesh  have  torn  ; 
My  sins  have  caused  thee,  Lord,  to  bleed, — 

Pointed  the  nail,  aud  fixed  the  thorn. 
My  Saviour,  how  shall  I  proclaim, 

How  pay  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  ? 
Let  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am, 

Ceaseless,  to  all  thy  glory  show. 
Still  let  thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thy  sighs, 

O'erflow  my  eyes,  and  heave  my  breast, 
'Till  loosed  from  flesh  and  earth  I  rise, 

And  ever  in  thy  bosom  rest. 
Luther's.  6  8's  C.  Wesley. 

"  Father,  for  jive  them" 

WOULD  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die  ! 
Why  hangs  he  then  on  yonder  tree  ? 
What  means  that  strange  expiring  cry  ? 

Sinners,  he  prays  for  you  and  me — - 
lc  Forgive  them,  Father,  0  forgive  ! 
They  know  not  that  by  me  they  live." 
Thou  loving,  all-atoning  Lamb, 

Thee, — by  thy  painful  agony, 
Thy  bloody  sweat,  thy  grief  and  shame, 

Thy  cross  and  passion  on  the  tree, 
Thy  precious  death  and  life, — T  pray, 
Take  all,  take  all  my  sins  away. 
0  let  me  kiss  thy  bleeding  feet, 

And  bathe  and  wash  them  with  my  tears, 
The  story  of  thy  love  repeat 

In  every  drooping  sinner's  ears, 
That  all  may  hear  the  quick  ning  sound, 

Since  I,  e'en  I,  have  mercy  found. 
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RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY    OF   CHRIST. 

0  let  thy  love  my  heart  constrain, 
Thy  love  for  every  sinner  free, 

That  every  fallen  soul  of  man 

May  taste  the  grace  that  found  out  me 

That  all  mankind  with  me  may  prove 

Thy  sovereign,  everlasting  love. 


105 


RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY   OF   CHRIST. 

Eltham.  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Risen  Saviour. 

"pHKIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day  I" 
\J  Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  ; 
Kaise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  thou  earth,  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  "battle  won  ; 
Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 

Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more  ! 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, — 
Christ  has  hurst  the  gates  of  hell  ; 
Death  in  vain  borbids  his  rise  ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise  ; 
Ours   the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

h  81 


CHRIST. 

2  Who,  who,  my  Saviour,  this  hath  done  ? 

Who  could  thy  sacred  body  wound  ? 
No  guilt  thy  spotless  heart  hath  known, — 
No  guile  hath  in  thy  lips  been  found. 

3  I,  I  alone  have  done  the  deed  ; 

'Tis  I  thy  sacred  flesh  have  torn  ; 
My  sins  have  caused  thee,  Lord,  to  bleed, — 
Pointed  the  nail,  and  fixed  the  thorn. 

4  My  Saviour,  how  shall  I  proclaim, 

How  pay  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  ? 
Let  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am, 

Ceaseless,  to  all  thy  glory  show. 

5  Still  let  thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thy  sighs, 

O'er  flow  my  eyes,  and  heave  my  breast, 
'Till  loosed  from  flesh  and  earth  I  rise, 

And  ever  in  thy  bosom  rest. 
i  r\  m      Luther's.  6  8's  C.Wesley. 

IU4:  "  Father,  forgive  them." 

WOULD  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die  ! 
Why  hangs  he  then  on  yonder  tree  ? 
What  means  that  strange  expiring  cry  ? 

Sinners,  he  prays  for  you  and  me — 
"  Forgive  th em,  Father,  0  forgive  ! 
They  know  not  that  by  me  they  live." 
2  Thou  loving,  all-atoning  Lamb, 
Thee, — by  thy  painful  agony, 
Thy  bloody  sweat,  thy  grief  and  shame, 

Thy  cross  and  passion  on  the  tree, 
Thy  precious  death  and  life, — T  pray, 
Take  all,  take  all  my  sins  away. 
2  0  let  me  kiss  thy  bleeding  feet, 

And  bathe  and  wash  them  with  my  tears, 
The  story  of  thy  love  repeat 

In  every  drooping  sinner's  ears, 
That  all  may  hear  the  quick'ning  sound, 
Since  I,  e'en  I,  have  mercy  found. 
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RESURRECTION   AND    GLORY    OF   CHRIST. 

0  let  thy  love  my  heart  constrain. 
Thy  love  for  every  sinner  free, 

That  every  fallen  soul  of  man 

May  taste  the  grace  that  found  out  me  ; 

That  all  mankind  with  me  may  prove 

Thy  sovereign,  everlasting  love. 


105 


RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY   OF   CHRIST. 

Eltham.  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Risen  Saviour. 

"pHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day  !■" 
\J  Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  ; 
Kaise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  thou  earth,  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 

Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more  ! 

3  Yain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, — 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell  ; 
Death  in  vain  borbids  his  rise  ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise  ; 
Ours   the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

h  81 


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110 


CHRIST. 

Say,  "Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King  ! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  V 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "Where's  thy  sting  ? 

And  where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?" 

Rothwell.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Ascension  of  Christ. 

LOBD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky  ; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pronounced  his  holy  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

Kaised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

Henry.  C.  M.  S.  Wesley,  Jr. 

Paradise  Opened. 

THE  Sun  of  righteousness  appears, 
To  set  in  blood  no  more  ; 
Adore  the  Scatterer  of  your  fears, — 
Your  rising  Sun  adore. 

The  saints,  when  he  resigned  his  breath, 

Unclosed  their  sleeping  eyes  ; 
He  breaks  again  the  bands  of  death, — 

Again  the  dead  arise. 
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RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY   OF   CHRIST. 

3  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  wine-press  trod  ; 
He  dies  and  suffers  as  a  man, 
He  rises  as  a  God. 

4  In  vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 

Forbid  an  early  rise 
To  him,' who  breaks  the  gates  of  hell, 
And  opens  Paradise. 

1      Rosefield.  7s.  Gibbons. 

J-         Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ. 

ANGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away  ; 
Death  !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  ; 
See  !  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Hark  !  the  wondering  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints  !  lift  up  your  eyes, 
See  him  high  in  glory  rise  ! 
Hosts  of  angels,  on  the  road, 
Hail  him — the  incarnate  God. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide, 

See  the  Conqueror  through  them  ride  ! 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne, — 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs  ! 
Tune,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres; 
Raise,  0  earth,  your  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

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112 


CHRIST. 

Aravesta.  7s.  Collter. 

The  Resurrection. 

J/TOKNING-  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
JL  Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ; 
Day  of  triumph  !  through  the  skies 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise. 

Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade, 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 

Christian  !  dry  your  flowing  tears, 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears  ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

Wesley.  L.  M.  Wallin. 

The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

WHEN  I  the  lonely  grave  survey, 
Where  once  my  Saviour  deigned  to  lie, 
I  see  fulfilled  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 

How  weak  the  bands  of  conquered  death  ; 
Sweet  pledge  that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  numbered  with  the  dead, 

Unseals  his  eyes  to  sleep  no  more, 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

4  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul !  behold  ; 

See  the  rich  diadem  he  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shalt  bear  a  harp  of  gold, 
A  crown  of  joy,  when  he  appears. 
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113 


114 


115 


RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY   OF  CHRIST. 

Though,  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God  I  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  flesh  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 
Lanesville.  L,  M.  Q.  Wesley. 

The  King  of  Glory. 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky  ; 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay — 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 
Loose  all  your  bars  of  massive  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene  ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?     Who  ? 

The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'er  came, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew, 

And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 
Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way? 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory?     Who? 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 

God  over  all,  for  ever  blest ! 

Coronation.  C.  M.  Perronet. 

Crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
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CHRIST. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  G-od, 

Who  from  his  altar  call  ; 
Praise  him  who  shed  for  you  his  blood, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.. 

4  Ye  gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall  ; 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall, 
There  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

1  -.  £     Zerab.  CM.  Kelly. 

1  1  \J  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords. 

THE  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 
Is  crowned  with  glory  now  ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  to  our  Jesus  given  ; 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  o'er  earth  and  heaven. 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 
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RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY   OF  CHRIST. 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given  ; 
Their  name — an  everlasting  name  : 
Their  joy — the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, — 

They  reign  with  him  above  ; 
Their  everlasting  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  his  love. 

jiry     Nortbfield.  CM.  Watts. 

1  J-  ■  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died/'  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus!" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !"  our  hearts  reply, 
"For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive, 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


118 


Oldham.  C  M.  Doddridge. 

Intercession  of  Christ. 

NOW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Our  great  High  Priest  above  ; 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care 
And  sympathetic  love. 
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CHRIST. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  how  around, 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honors  crowned, — 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears, 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say 
That  he  hath  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems  and  monuments  and  crowns 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour,,  on  my  breast 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 
To  endless  ages  borne. 


'O 


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Woodland.  CM.  Watts. 

A  Sympathizing  High  Priest. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above, 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  yearn  with  love. 
Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 

For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 
He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
And,  though  exalted,  feels  afresh 

What  every  member  bears. 
He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 

Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

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RESURRECTION    AND    GLORY   OF   CHRIST. 

Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power  : 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 

In  the  distressing  hour. 


120 


Cambridge.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Christ  Adored. 

OTHE  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace. 

2  Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  sceptres  down  : 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  powers  rejoice 
To  see  him  wear  the  crown. 

3  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise 

Through  every  heavenly  street, 
And  lay  their  highest  honors  down, 
Submissive,  at  his  feet. 

4  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing, — 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

5  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

6  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 
91 


121 


CHRIST. 

Lowell.  L.  If.  Steele. 

Intercession  of  Christ. 

HE  lives — the  great  Kedeemer  lives  ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
He  pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Eepeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles — and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts  ! 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes — and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend, 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend  ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 


122 


H 


Otto.  8s  &  7s.  Bakewell. 

Glory  to  Jesus. 

AIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! 
Hail,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor  ; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 
92 


123 


RESURRECTION    AXD   GLORY    OF   CHRIST. 

Jesus,  hail  !  enthroned  in  glory3 

There  for  ever  to  ahide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  clost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 
Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  : 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits  ! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Immanuers  praise. 

Cooper.  4  6s  &  2  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

Reign  of  Christ. 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King  ; 
Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 
Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  he  had  purged  our  stains 
He  took  his  seat  above  ; — &e. 
His  kindness  cannot  fail  ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  ; — &c. 
He  sits  at  God's  right  hand 

Till  all  his  foes  submit 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet  ; — &c. 
i  93 


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125 


CHRIST. 

He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  every  hosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  ; — &c. 
Eejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come 
And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  ; 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

Ames.  L.  M.  Medley. 

Because  He  liveth  I  shall  live  also. 

IKXOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives — ■ 
What  joy  the  "blest  assurance  gives  ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead  ; 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head  ! 
He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love  ; 
He  lives,  to  plead  for  me  above  ; 
He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed  ; 
He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. 
He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  me  safely  there. 
He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name  ; 
He  lives,  my  Saviour,  still  the  same  ; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives, — 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  live?. 

Park  Street.  L.  M.  Steele. 

Praise  to  Christ. 

NOW  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 
And  join  the  blissful  choir  above  ; 
There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  there  they  sing  his  wondrous  love. 
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126 


RESURRECTION   AND    GLORY    OF   CHRIST. 

While  seraphs  tune  the  immortal  song, 

0  may  we  feel  the  sacred  name, 
And  every  heart  and  every  tongue 

Adore  the  Saviour's  glorious  name. 
Jesus,  who  once  upon  the  tree 

In  agonizing  pains  expired — 
Who  died  for  rebels — yes,  His  he  ! 

How  bright  !  how  lovely  !  how  admired  ! 
Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live — 

Died  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place  ! 
Oh,  what  returns  can  mortals  give 

For  such  immeasurable  grace  ! 
Were  universal  nature  ours — 

And  art  with  all  her  boasted  store, 
Nature  and  art,  with  all  their  powers, 

Would  still  confess  the  offering  poor. 
Yet,  though  for  bounty  so  divine, 

We  ne'er  can  equal  honors  raise, 
Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 

And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise. 

Shoel.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Universal  Reign  of  Christ. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 
To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 
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CHRIST 


People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 


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Piety.  C.  M.  Beddome. 

"Let  all  the  angels  of  God  xoorsliip  Him" 

HOW  great  the  wisdom,  power  and  grace 
Which  in  redemption  shine  ! 
The  heavenly  host  with  joy  confess 

The  work  is  all  divine. 
Before  his  feet  they  cast  their  crowns, 

Those  crowns  which  Jesus  gave, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues 

Proclaim  his  power  to  save. 
They  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  cross, 

The  sufferings  which  he  bore, — 
How  low  he  stooped,  how  high  he  rose, 

And  rose  to  stoop  no  more. 
0  let  them  still  their  voices  raise, 

And  still  their  songs  renew  ; 
Salvation  well  deserves  the  praise 

Of  men  and  angels  too. 


1  qq     Chopin.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

1/CO  The  Name  above  every  Name. 

JESUS,  the  name  high  over  all, 
In  hell,  or  earth  or  sky  ! 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 
The  name  to  sinners  given, 
It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear, 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 
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RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY   OF   CHRIST. 

3  Jesus  the  prisoner's  fetters  breaks, 

And  bruises  Satan's  head  ; 
Power  into  strengthless  souls  he  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  0  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace  ; 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 
'Tis  all  mv  business  here  below 
To  cry,  "  Behold  the  Lamb  !" 

6  Happy  if,  with  my  latest  breath, 

I  may  but  gasp  his  name  ; 
Preach  him  to  all,  and  crv  in  death, 
"  Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  !" 
i  q^v      Zabulon.  4  6s  &  2  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

I  &U  J<'sus  the  Joy  of  heaven  and  earth. 

ET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
Angels  and  men  be  joined, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
T'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 
Jesus  !  transporting  sound  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven  : 
No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  given, 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have  ; 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 
Jesus  !  harmonious  name  ! 

It  charms  the  hosts  above  ; 
They  evermore  proclaim 

And  wonder  at  his  love  ; 
'Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  our  Jesus'  face, 
i*  97 


L1 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

His  name  the  sinner  hears, 

And  is  from  sin  set  free  ; 
'Tis  music  in  his  ears, 

'Tis  life  and  victory  : 
New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

0  unexampled  love  ! 

0  all-redeeming  grace  ! 
How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 

To  save  a  fallen  race  ! 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done  ? 

0  for  a  trumpet  voice 

On  all  the  world  to  call, 
To  hid  their  hearts  rejoice 

In  him  who  died  for  ell  ! 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucified  ; 
For  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  died. 


Y.     THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

Nortbfield.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Invocation  of  the  Spirit. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

Look  how  we  grovel  here  helow, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 
98 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

3  In  vain  we  time  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate — 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


131 


Litchfield.  L.  M.  Wes.  Col. 

Pentecost. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  raise  our  songs, 
To  reach  the  wonders  of  the  day, 
When,  with  thy  fiery  cloven  tonsjues. 

3  *  %,  O  3 

Thou  diclst  those  glorious  scenes  display. 

2  0  'twas  a  most  auspicious  hour, 

Season  of  grace  and  sweet  delight, 
When  thou  diclst  come  with  mighty  power, 
And  light  of  truth  divinely  bright. 

3  By  this  the  blest  disciples  knew 

Their  risen  Head  had  entered  heaven  ; 
Had  now  obtained  the  promise  due, 
Fully  by  God  the  Father  given. 

4  Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 

The  apostolic  promise  given  ; 
We  wait  the  Pentecostal  powers, 

The  Holy  Ghost  sent  clown  from  heaven. 

5  Ah  !  leave  us  not  to  mourn  below, 

Or  long  for  thy  return  to  pine  ; 
Now,  Lord,  the  Comforter  bestow, 
And  fix  in  us  the  Guest  divine. 
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THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

6  Assembled  here  with  one  accord, 

Calmly  we  wait  the  promised  grace, 
The  purchase  of  our  dying  Lord, — 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  rill  the  place. 

7  If  every  one  that  asks  may  find, 

If  still  thou  dost  on  sinners  fall, 
Come  as  a  mighty  rushing  wind, 
Great  grace  be  now  upon  us  all. 

8  Behold,  to  thee  our  souls  aspire, 

And  languish  thy  descent  to  meet  • 
Kindle  in  each  the  living  fire, 
And  fix  in  every  heart  thy  seat. 

-.  ^^  Hantz.  S.  M.  Chr.  Psalmist. 

10/0  <<7>  is  God  that  worketh  in  you" 

JHPIS  God  the  Spirit  leads 

JL   In  paths  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  per  formed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace, 

We  still  pursue  our  way, 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  ?Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 

'Tis  he  that  works  to  do  ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

i  ^~.    HiDffham.  L.  M.  Steele. 

88 


S 


The  Comforter. 

UKE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 


Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 
100 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 

Do  I  not  find  his  healing"  voice 
The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  hid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice  ? 
What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 

Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  hid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

My  life,  my  treasure  and  my  trust  ? 
And  when  my  cheerful  soul  can  say, 

"I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace," 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 
Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  0  God  of  love  ; 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart 

Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


134 


Alfreton.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Work  of  the  Spirit. 

ETERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to-day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 
Our  wild,  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice  : 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 
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THE   HOLY    SPIRIT. 

^     Paddam.         4  6s  &  2  8s.  Pratt's  Col. 

"If  ye  being  evil"  &c. 

OTHOU  that  hear  est  prayer, 
Attend  our  humble  cry, 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry, 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply, 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou  ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace  : 
0  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  ; 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

1  O/^     Dundee.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

lOU  "By  which  ye  are  sealed"  &c. 

FATHER  of  peace,  and  God  of  love, 
We  own  thy  power  to  save, 
That  power  by  which  our  Shepherd  rose 
Victorious  o'er  the  grave. 

2  Him  from  the  grave  thou  brought' st  again, 

When,  by  his  sacred  blood, 
Confirmed  and  sealed,  for  evermore 
The  eternal  covenant  stood. 

3  0  may  the  Spirit  seal  our  souls, 

And  mould  them  to  thy  will, 
That  our  weak  hearts  no  more  may  stray, 
But  keep  thy  precepts  still ; 
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THE    HOLY   SPIRIT. 


4  That  to  perfection's  sacred  height 
We  nearer  still  may  rise," 
And  all  we  think  and  all  we  do  • 
Be  pleasing  in  thine  eyes. 


137 


Ames.  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

Power  implored. 
lOWER,  from  on  high,  0  God,  impart — 


Power  in  thy  Gospel  to  believe, 
Power  to  surrender  onr  whole  heart, 
Power  all  thy  mercy  to  receive. 

The  word  to  us  in  vain  were  given, 
We  hear,  we  read,  we  learn  in  vain, 

In  vain  thy  Son  came  down  from  heaven, 
If  thou  the  Spirit's  might  restrain. 

Here  be  his  sacred  influence  felt, 

With  searching,  cleansing,  quick'ning  force, 
Till  souls  of  mill-stone  hardness  melt, 

And  flow  like  waters  from  their  source. 

Convinced  and  humbled  in  the  dust, 
Beneath  the  burden  of  our  guilt, 

We  own  thy  law's  dread  sentence  just, 
But  plead  the  blood  of  pardon  spilt. 

Thy  Spirit  witness  with  that  blood, 
And  Christ,  our  Saviour,  glorify—- 

While  we,  as  children  born  of  God, 
With  rapture,  "  Abba  !  Father  !"  cry. 

Underwood.  S.  M.  Hart. 

The  Reviver. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 
103 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

Convince  us  all  of  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 

The  mercies  of  our  God. 
'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 

And  new  create  the  whole. 
Eevive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breast  the  flame 

Of  never-dying  love. 


s: 


lOy  The  Eevealer. 

PIKIT  of  truth,  come  clown, 
Reveal  the  things  of  God — 
Make  thou  to  us  Christ's  Godhead  known, 

Apply  his  precious  blood  : 
His  merits  glorify, 

That  each  may  clearly  see 
Jesus  (who  did  for  sinners  die) 
Hath  surely  died  for  me. 
2  No  man  can  truly  say 
That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
Unless  thou  take  the  veil  away, " 
And  breathe  the  living  word  : 
Then,  only  then,  we  feel 

Our  interest  in  his  blood, 
And  cry  with  joy  unspeakable, 
'k'  Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God." 
1  /|  A   Boylston.  S.  M.  Beddome. 

14U  The  Reneicer. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 
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THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 

Life,  light  and  joy  dispense  ; 
And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quickening  influence. 

3  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart, 

This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise, 
And  unto  thee  will  1  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 


141 


Golden  Hill.  S.  M.  Pratt's  Col, 

The  Comforter. 

BLEST  Comforter  divine  ! 
Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice, 

Us  from  each  sinful  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  every  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  0  fill  thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 
Great  Comforter  !  to  us  impart 

These  blessings  of  thy  grace. | 
J  105 


142 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

Norwich.  7s.  Reed. 

Light,  Purity,  Joy. 

HOLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  da}'. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine — 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 
Keign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 


143 


Howard.  C    ML  Pratt's  Col. 

Love,  Repose,  Assurance. 

ETERNAL  Spirit !  God  of  truth  ! 
Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Kindle  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

'Tis  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 

With  guilt  and  fear  opprest  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  hid  the  dying  live, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be, 
That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart. 

May  worship  only  thee. 
106 


THE    HOLY   SPIRIT. 


4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 
That  we  are  sons  of  God, 
Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 


144 


Wareham.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Earnest  of  the  Inheritance. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  !  descend  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  my  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  : 
May  thy  blest  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

Brewer.  L.  M.  Beddome. 

The  Enlightener. 

COME,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light, 
Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfin'd  ; 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  words  reveal ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Make  me  delight  to  do  thy  will. 

107 


145 


THE    HOLY   SPIRIT. 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 

The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 
The  vanity  of  tilings  below, 

And  excellence  of  things  above. 
"While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 

Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad, 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 

And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 


146 


147 


Rockingham.  L.  M.  Browne. 

The  Guardian  and  Guide. 

COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide — 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 
To  lis  the  light  of  truth  display, 
And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way  ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 
Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Kor  let  us  from  his  pasture  stray. 
Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest  ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fullness  of  joy  for  ever  there. 

Palestriua.  6  8s.  Anon. 

The  indwelling  God.. 

OTHAT  the  Comforter  would  come  ! 
r  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 
But  G.X  in  me  his  constant  home, 

And  take  possession  of  my  breast, 
And  fix  in  me  his  loved  abode, 
The  temple  of  indwelling  God. 
108 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  heart  inspi re- 
Attest  that  I  am  born  again  ; 

Come,  and  baptize  me  now  with  fire, 
Nor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain  ; 

I  cannot  rest  in  sins  forgiven — 

Where  is  the  earnest  of  my  heaven  ? 

Where  the  indubitable  seal 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine  ? 
The  powerful  stamp  I  long  to  feel, 

The  signature  of  love  divine  ; 
0  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad — 
Fullness  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God. 


148 


Herraon.  C.  M.  Humphreys. 

Life,  Light  and  Love. 

EXTHROXED  on  high,  Almighty  Lord, 
The  Holy  Ghost  send  down  ; 
Fulfil  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 

And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 
Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, — 

Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 
Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love. 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 
Quicken  our  souls,  our  guilt  remove, 

bat  we  in  Christ  may  live. 
To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  his  grace, 
And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 

The  brightness  of  his  face. 
His  love  within  us  shed  abroad,- — 

Life's  ever-springing  well  ; 
Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God — 

In  love  eternal  dwell. 

J*  109 


THE   HOLY    SPIRIT. 


149 


Wilmot,  8s  &  7s.  Noel's  Col. 

Source  of  Blessings. 
[TOLY  Source  of  consolation, 


XI  Light  and  life  thy  grace  imparts  ; 
Visit  us  in  thy  compassion  ; 

Guide  our  minds,  and  fill  our  hearts. 

2  Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Thou  canst  bring  us  from  above  ; 
Lord,  we  ask  that  heavenly  treasure, 
Wisdom,  holiness  and  love. 

3  Dwell  within  us,  blessed  Spirit  ; 

Where  thou  art  no  ill  can  come  ; 

Bless  us  now,  through  Jesus'  merit ; 

Keign  in  every  heart  and  home. 

4  Saviour,  lead  us  to  adore  thee, 

While  thou  dost  prolong  our  days  ; 
Then,  with  angel  hosts  before  thee, 
May  we  worship,  love  and  praise. 


150 


Azmond.  C.  M.  Steele. 

Renewing  Grace  Implored. 

HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  its  load  ; 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit !  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  arise  ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes; — 
110 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

To  cliase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  hid  the  sinner  live  ; 
A  "beam  of  heaven — a  vital  ray, 

'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

Oh  !  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 

Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


151 


Arundel.  CM.  Doddridge. 

The  Spirit  Desired. 

GKEAT  Father  of  each  perfect  gift, 
Behold  thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

Oh  !  shed  abroad  that  choicest  gift, — 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  cheer  ouf  eyes  with  sacred  light, 

And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

Blest  Earnest  of  eternal  joy  ! 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven  : 
And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

Diffuse,  0  God  !  thy  copious  showers, 
That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 

And  change  the  barren  wilderness 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

Bentley.  8s  &  7s.  Toplady. 

The  Source  of  Consolation. 

HOLY  Ghost  !  dispel  our  sadness  ; 
Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night ; 
Come,  thou  Source  of  joy  and  gladness, 
Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light. 
Ill 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

Hear,  0  hear  our  supplication, 
Blessed  Spirit !   G-od  of  peace  ! 

Kest  upon  this  congregation, 
With  the  fullness  of  thy  grace. 

Author  of  our  new  creation, 

May  we  all  thine  influence  prove  ; 

Make  our  souls  thy  habitation, — 
Shed  abroad  the 'Saviour's  love. 

Source  of  sweetest  consolation, 
"  Breathe  thy  peace  on  all  below  : 

Bless,  0  bless  this  congregation  ; 
On  each  soul  thy  grace  bestow  ! 

Barby.  0.  M.  Reed. 

Light,  Five,  Dew,  Dove. 

SPIRIT  divine  !  attend  our  prayer, 
And  make  this  house  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power, 

Oh  !  come,  great  Spirit,  come  ! 
Come  as  the  light  ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  emptiness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 

Where  all  the  righteous  go. 
Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 

Like  sacrificial  flame  ; 
Let  our  whole  souls  an  offering  be 

To  our  Redeemer's  name. 
Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour  ; 
May  barren  minds  be  taught  to  own 

Thy  fertilizing  power. 

Come  as  the  dove,  and  spread  thy  wings, 

The  wings  of  peaceful  love  ; 
And  let  the  church  on  earth  become 

Blest  as  the  church  above. 
112 


THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

VI.     THE    HOLY    SCRIPTUKES. 

-j  k  |    Mig  I*.  M.  Watts, 

1  Jrt  "Thou  Tuut  r.  7." 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
1  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  night  and  day  thy  power  confess  ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Bound  all  the  earth — and  never  stand  ; 

when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Xor  shall  thy  spreading  Gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light — or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ; 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light : 
Thy  Gospel  makes  the  simple  wise  : 

Thy  laws  are  pure — thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven  : 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins — my  soul  renew. 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

.  ^^     Fountain.  CM.  "Watts. 

l'J'J  of  the  Scriptures. 

GREAT  God.  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
On  all  thy  works  I  look  : 
But  still  thy  wilflom,  power  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 
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THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

2  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid  ; 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies  ; 
Here  my  desires  are  satisfied  ; 
And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

3  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law  ; 

Show  what  my  faults  have  "been  ; 
And  from  thy  Gospel  let  me  draw 
The  pardon  of  my  sin. 

-i  y n    Revises.  C.  M.  Stennett. 

1U\J  T]ie  Counsels  of  Redeeming  Grace. 

THE  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 
The  sacred  leaves  unfold, 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 

2  Here  light,  descending  from  above, 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet  ; 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

3  Oar  numerous  griefs  are  here  redrest, 

And  all  our  wants  supplied  ; 
Naught  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest 
Is  in  this  book  denied.* 

4  For  these  inestimable  gains, 

That  so  enrich  the  mind, 
0  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assured  that  we  shall  find. 


157 


Dover.  S.  M.  ^VATTs. 

Safety  in  keeping  God's  precepts. 

HOW  perfect  is  thy  word, 
Thy  judgments  all  are  just  ; 
And  ever  in  thy  promise,  Lord, 
May  man  securely  trust. 
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THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 

2  I  hear  thy  word  in  love, 

In  faith  thy  word  obey  ; 
0  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  teach  me,  Lord,  thy  way. 

3  Thy  counsels  all  are  plain, 

Thy  precepts  all  are  pure  ; 
And  long  as  heaven  and  earth  remain, 
Thy  truth  shall  still  endure. 

4  0  may  my  soul,  with  joy, 

Trust  in  thy  faithful  word  ; 
Be  it  through  life  my  glad  employ, 
To  keep  thy  precepts,  Lord. 

-x    St.  Thomas.  S.  M.  Montgojiery. 

3  The   Word  a  Sword. 

THY  word,.  Almighty  Lord, 
Where'er  it  enters  in, 
Is  sharper  than  a  two-edged  sword 
To  slay  the  man  of  sin. 

2  Thy  word  is  power  and  life, 

It  bids  confusion  cease, 
It  changes  envy,  hatred,  strife, 
To  love,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

3  Then  let  our  hearts  obey 

The  Gospel's  glorious  sound, 
And  all  its  fruits,  from  day  to  day, 
Be  in  us  and  abound. 

)    Wilmington.  CM.  Rip.pon 

The  Bible  jy/'ecio us. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given  ; 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 
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THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 

It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 
This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day. 

Bath  Chapel.  C.  M.  Steele. 

Glory  of  the  Scriptures. 

FATHEK  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ; 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored 

For  these  celestial  lines. 
Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find, 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 

And  lasting  as  the  mind. 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 

Invite  the  longing  taste. 

Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice  j 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around, 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 
Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word. 

And  view  my  Saviour  there. 
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THE    HOLY    SCRIPT ERES. 

Mt.  Pleasant.         C.  M.  Cowper, 

Glory  of  the  Scriptures. 

THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight  ; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 

It  gives — but  borrows  none. 

Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 

With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 

In  brighter  worlds  above. 


162 


Newry.  L.  M.  Beddome 


A  choice  Heritage. 


GOD,  in  the  Gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known ; 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name  ; 
'Tis  shown  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

Here  Jesus,  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays  : 
Kecounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

K  117 


THE   HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts  ; 

Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 

It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 

And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 

It  brings  a  better  world  in  view. 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 

Close  to  my  heart  and  near  mine  eye, 

Till  life's  iast  hour  my  soul  engage, 

And  be  mv  chosen  heritage. 


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Walsal.  CM.  'Watts. 

Value  of  the  Scriptures. 

LADEX  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  gleam  of  hope  appears, 

But  in  thy  written  word. 
The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 

In  almost  every  page. 
This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 

Who  makes  this  pearl  his  own. 
Here  consecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  ; 
'Tis  here  the  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

No  danger  dwells  therein. 
This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail, 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life 

Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 
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THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

6  0;  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 
My  roving  feet  command, 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
Which  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

-i/^i     Alexandria.  CM.  Montgomery. 

1U4:      Perfection  of  the  Law  and  Testimony. 

THY  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light ; 
Thy  testimonies  sure  ; 
The  statutes  of  thy  realm  are  right, 
And  thy  commandment  pure. 

2  Let  these,  0  God,  my  soul  convert, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise  ; 
Let  th**fc'  be  gladness  to  my  ears, — 
The  day-spring  to  mine  eyes. 

3  By  these  may  I  be  warned  betimes  ; 

Who  knows  the  guile  within  ? 
Lord,  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes  ; 
Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin. 

4  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, 

The  thoughts  that  throng  my  mind, 
0  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
With  thee  acceptance  find. 


165 


Quito.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  to  God  for  the  Bible. 

LET  everlasting  glories  crown 
Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord  ; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down,' 
And  writ  the  blessing  in  thy  word. 

In  vain  our  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ; 

With  long  despair  our  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  thee  alone." 
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THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  he  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stands  ! 

4  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 

Assault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art. 
I'd  call  tkem  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  thy  Gospel  to  my  heart. 

1  fcfc     Warcl-  L.  M.  Watts. 

AOO  Thy  Word  is  Good. 

OHOW  I  love  thy  holy  word, 
Thy  gracious  covenant,  0  Lord  ! 
It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way, 
I  think  upon  it  all  the  day. 

2  What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth, 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health  ? 
"What  are  all  joys,  compared  with  those 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows  ? 

3  Long  unaffiicted,  undismayed, 

In  pleasure's  path  secure  I  strayed  : 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chastening  rod, 
And  straight  I  turned  unto  my  God. 

4  What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting  heart? 
I  bless  thy  hand  that  caused  the  smart ; 

It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 
But  saved  me  from  eternal  woe. 

5  Oh  !  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastised, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despised  ; 
And  still  the  snare,  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betrayed. 

6  I  love  thee,  therefore,  0  my  God, 
And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode, 
Where,  in  thy  presence,  fully  blest, 
Thy  chosen  saints  forever  rest. 

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THE  SABBATH. 

Job.  L.  M.  Heginbotham, 

T7ie  Saviour  seen  in  the  Scriptures. 

NOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King, 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring  ; 
My  knee  with  humble  homage  bow, 
My  tongue  perforin  its  solemn  vow. 
All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
There,  what  delightful  truths  I  read  ! 
There,  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed  ; 
His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart  and  checks  my  fear. 
There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives  my  lab'ring    conscience  peace  ; 
Raises  my  grateful  thoughts  on  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 
For  love  like  this,  0  let  mv  sons: 
Through  endless  years  thy  praise  prolong  ; 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 


VII.  INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


168 


THE  SABBATH. 
Lisbon.  S.  M.  Watts. 

11  A  day  in  tlnj  Courts,  "  &c. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise, 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 
E*  121 


INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  da}^  amidst  the  place 

Which  Jesus  dwells  within, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


New  Sabbath.       L.  M.  Anon. 

Sabbath  Morning.     . 

MY  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see 
The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day  ; 
My  thoughts,  0  G-od,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 

2  I  yield  my  heart  to  thee  alone, 

Nor  would  receive  another  guest  ; 
Eternal  King  !  erect  thy  throne, 

And  reign  sole  monarch  in  my  breast. 

3  0  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 

And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away  ; 
Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire, 

One  sinful  thought,  through  all  the  day. 

4  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 

My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 

And  join  the  strains  which  ange-s  sing. 
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1  *7n      Chimes.  C.  M.  Lyte. 

I  I  U  Public  Worship  on  the  Sabbath. 

WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  God  has  called  his  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  ohey 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord  !  how  fair  ! 

Where  willing  vot'ries  throng, 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 

3  Spirit  of  grace  !  0  deign  to  dwell 

Within  thy  church  below  ; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel — 
With  pure  devotion  glow, 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found  ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite 
To  spread,  with  grateful  zeal,  around, 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 


171 


Briclgewater.  L    M.  Watts. 

In  the  Sanctuary . 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

0  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire  ; 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love . 

Blest  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 
123   * 


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INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  tliee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 

Arlington.  CM.  Batiiurst. 

The  day  improved. 

THIS  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own  ; 
Let  us  his  praise  declare, 
Fix  our  desires  on  him  alone, 
And  seek  his  face  with  prayer. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  love  we  would  rejoice, 

Which  sets  the  sinner  free, 
And,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Devote  these  hours  to  thee. 

3  Now  let  the  world's  delusive  things 

No  more  our  thoughts  employ, 
But  faith  be  taught  to  stretch  her  wings 
Toward  heaven's  unfailing  joy. 

4  0  let  these  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord, 

Be  to  our  welfare  blest, 
The  purest  comfort  here  afford, 
And  fit  us  for  our  rest. 


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Sabbath.  6  7s.  Newto>; 

Waiting  on  God. 

SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 
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THE  SABBATH. 

While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face. 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  ca  free. 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 
Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise, 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near  ; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

"While  we  in  thy  house  appear  ; 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 
May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove. 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

Warwick.  C*  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"  In  the  Spirit.  " 

~j\|~AY  I,  throughout  this  day  of  thine, 
lU_  Be  in  thy  spirit.  Lord, 
Spirit  of  humble  fear  divine. 

That  trembles  at  thy  word  ; 
Spirit  of  faith,  my  heart  to  raise, 

And  fix  on  things  above  ; 
Spirit  of  sacrifice  and  praise, 

Of  holiness  and  love. 

Melbourne.  C.  M.  Browne, 

Sabbath  devotion. 

FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns 
To  shed  its  quick 'ning  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 
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INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  lore, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end. 

4  There  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 


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Mindon.  L.  M.  Stennett. 

Holy  evjoyment  anticipated. 

ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest. 
Improve  the  day  that  "God  hath  blest. 
0  may  our  thoughts  and  thanks  arise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies, 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 
A  heavenly  calm  pervades  the  breast, 
The  earnest  of  that  glorious  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 
With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view, 
In  various  scenes,  both  old  and  new, 
With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past, 
With  hone  we  future  pleasures  taste. 
In  holy  duties  let  the  day 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away, 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

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177 


178 


THE  SABBATH . 

Antioch.  C.  M.  Watts. 

"  The  Lord's  Day." 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made — 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  he  glad, 
And  praise  surround  his  throne. 

To-day  lie  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

Hosanna  to  the  annointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ;  • 
Help  us,  0  Lord — descend,  and  bring 

Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

Blest  he  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace, 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 

To  save  our  sinful  race. 

Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise, 

The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

Brewer.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Heavenly  Sabbath. 

LORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows 
On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thy  house,  • 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 
The  songs  which  from  thy  servants  rise. 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 
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3  Xo  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
Nor  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

4  Xo  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 

No  cares  to  "break  the  long  repose  ; 
Xo  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

5  0  long  expected  day,  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


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Islington.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Tlie  Sabbath  a  Delight. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sin<£, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 
Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
Xo  mortal  cares  disturb  my  breast  ; 
0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 
My  heart  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word  : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 
Some  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Dooms  them  to  everlasting  death. 
But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  has  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 
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6  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  and  wished  below, 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


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Hamilton.  L.  M.  Watts. 

"  Let  ill  the  people  praise  thee.  " 

LOUD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ; 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray  ; 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  the  dawn  of  heaven  below  ; 
Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  0  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  truths  and  precepts  of  thy  word, 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine, 

That  finding  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 


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Alway.  L.  M.  Raffle?. 

The  Hour  of  Prayer. 

BLEST  hour,  when  mortal  man  retires 
To  hold  communion  with  his  God  ;    ' 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

Blest  hour,  when  earthly  cares  resign 
Their  empire  o'er  his  anxious  breast, 

While,  all  around,  the  calm  divine 
Proclaims  the  holy  clay  of  rest. 
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INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

3  Blest  hour,  when  God  himself  draws  nigh 

Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear. 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blest  hour  !  for  where  the  Lord  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given, 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 


1  OO     OrtoDville.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

I O/C  The  Sabbath  of  the  Soul. 

0  FATHER,  though  the  anxious  fear 
May  cloud  to-morrow's  *vay, 
Nor  fear  nor  doubt  shall  enter  here, 
All  shall  he  thine  to-day. 

2  We  will  not  bring  divided  hearts 

To  worship  at  thy  shrine  ; 
But  each  unholy  thought  departs 
And  leaves  the  temple  thine. 

3  Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares, 

Of  earth  and  folly  born  ; 
Ye  shall  not  dim  the  light  that  streams 
From  this  celestial  morn. 

4  To-morrow  will  be  time  enough 

To  feel  your  harsh  control  ; 
Ye  shall  not  violate  this  day, 

The  Sabbath  of  my  soul. 

5  Sleep,  sleep  for  ever,  guilty  thoughts  ; 

Let  fires  of  vengeance  die  ; 
And,  purged  from  sin,  may  I  behold 
A  God  of  purity, 

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THE  SABBATH. 

Broomsgrove-.         C.  M.  S.  Wesley,  Jr. 

The  Lord  of  Suhbath  praise. 

THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise 
In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who  joyful  in  harmonious  lays 
Employ  an  endless  rest. 

Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 
We  blest  and  pious  grow  : 
By  hjmns  of  praise  we  learn  to  be 
'Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  displayed 
By  God,  the  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 
'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught, 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

5  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  wine-press  trod  ; 
He  dies  and  suffers  as  a  man — 
He  rises  as  a  God. 

6  The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears, 

To  set  in  blood  no  more  ; 
Adore  the  Scatterer  of  your  fears, " 
Your  rising  Sun  adore. 

■t  r\  m      Talmar.  8s  &  7s.  Anon. 

lO-±  The  Weekly  Jubilee. 

HALLELUJAH  !  Lord,  our  voices 
Bise  in  choral  strains  to  thee  : 
Son  of  man,  thy  church  rejoices 
In  her  weekly  jubilee. 

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2  Hallelujah  !  mercy  beaming, 

Lights  the  path  that  leads  to  God  : 
Herald  lips  divinely  teeming. 

Publish  blessings  bought  with  blood. 

3  Hallelujah  !  praise  ascending, 

Shall  our  faith-win g'd  breathing  stay? 
Lord,  before  thine  altar  bending, 
Let  the  heathen  hail  the  day  ! 

4  Hallelujah  !  Saviour,  hear  us  ! 

Downward  send  thy  quickening  Dove  ; 
May  his  silver  pinions  bear  us 
To  the  realms  of  rest  and  love. 


THE     CHURCH. 

y      Stockwell.  8s  &  7s.  Newton. 

'  Glorious  things  spoken  of  Zion. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God  : 
He,  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
Lord,  thy  church  is  still  thy  dwelling,, 

Still  is  precious  in  thy  sight — 
Judah's  temple  far  excelling, 

Beaming  with  the  Gospel's  light. 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  her  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 

She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He,  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken , 

Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
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-.  ^      Oxford.  S   M.  Dwight. 

lOD  Love  for  tlie  Church. 

ILOYE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  bought 
With  his  own  precious  blood.    ^ 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  her  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  woe, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erfLow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy, 

•  I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

1  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 
8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 
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INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE  GOSPEL. 

Alfreton.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Dedication. 

AND  will  the  great  eternal  God 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he  from  his  radiant  throne 
Regard  our  temples  as  his  own. 

2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise, 
And  sing  that  condescending  grace 
Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 
And  call  us  sinful  mortals  near. 

3  Our  Father's  watchful  care  we  bless, 
Which  guards  our  house  of  prayer,  and  peace, 
That  no  tumultuous  foes  invade, 

To  fill  the  worshipers  with  dread. 

4  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise, 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace, 

5  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

1  OO      Sabbath  Morning.       C.  M.  Newton. 

lOO  Dedication,  or  other  Puhlic  Occasions. 

OLORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
For  here  we  trust  thou  art  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  heavenly  fire 
In  every  waiting  heart. 

2  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 
Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessings  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 
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3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye? 

The  humbled  mind  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow  ! 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  sinners  all  around 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 


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Fenburn.  S.  M.  Muhlenberg. 

The  Church  a  home. 

LIKE  Noah's  weary  dove, 
That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting  place  above 

The  cheerless  waters  found  : 
0  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ! 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 

Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 
Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 

Behold  the  open  door  ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 

And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 
There  safe  thou  shalt  abide  ; 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 

With  full  salvation  blest. 
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5  And  when  the  waves  of  ire 
Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
The  ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire, 
Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 


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Franklin  Square.        S.  M.  Watts. 

God  is  in  the  midst  of  her. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  he  great ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone  ! 
How  fair  his  heavenly  grace  ! 

3  When  kings  against  her  joined, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  has  kept  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  flock  has  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair  ; 
Recall  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 


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Cran brook.  S.  M.  Watts. 

"  Walk  about  Jerusalem." 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 
The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 
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2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand. 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thy  hohr  ground, 
And  mark  the  "building  well, — 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise, 

How  glorious  to  hehold 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  : 
Will  he  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

1  p.^      Hants.  S.  M.  Watts. 

1  Vki  <<  Salvation  will  God  appoint"  &c. 

HOW  honored  is  the  place 
Where  we  adoring  stand — 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land. 

2  Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
While  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  tli'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  eternal  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling, 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  your  King, 
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4  Here  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace, 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  ye  saints, 

And  banish  all  your  fears  ; 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 


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Paradise.  C.  M.  Watts. 

"  I  icas  glad  when  they  said,"  &c. 

HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day." 

2  I  love  her  gates — I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy -unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  : 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints, 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
Here  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 
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THE   CHURCH. 

in  A      sll0el-  L.  M.  Watts. 

J±       * '  How  amiable  are  thy  Tabernacles  /" 

OW.  pleasant — how  divinely  fair, 
0  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ; 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  the  assemblies  of.  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ! 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
Here  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6  Cheerful  they  walk,  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


Silver  Street.  S.  M.  Stennett. 

The  Mercy  Seat. 

HOW  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Eedeemer  God 
Unveils  the  glories  of  his  face., 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad. 
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INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  he  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy  seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  thee  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  thee  our  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 

Oh  !  listen  to  our  broken  sighs, 

And  grant  us  all  our  wants. 

5  Give  us,  0  Lord  !  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  our  God. 

-j  r\ Q      Lowell.  L.  M.  Watts. 

It/U  The  Lord  a  Sun  and  a  Shield. 

GKEAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs  ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  davs  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  0  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

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5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee,  • 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee. 


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Park  Street.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Put  on  thy  beautiful  garments,  <£c. 

AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake  ! 
No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down  ; 
The  garment  of  salvation  take  ; 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on. 

Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight, 
And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes^; 

Arise,  and  struggle  into  light ; 
The  great  Deliverer  calls, — Arise  ! 

Shake  off  the  bands  -of  sad  despair  ; 

Zion,  assert  thy  liberty  ; 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 

And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 

Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 
Be  purged  from  every  sinful  stain  ; 

Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
Xor  bear  his  hallow 'cl  name  in  vain. 


1  aq    Hebron.  L.  M.  Palmer. 

It/O  Dedication. 

BEHOLD  thy  temple,  God  of  grace, 
The  house  that  Ave  have  reared  for  thee, 
Regard  it  as  thy  resting  place, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  majesty. 

2  With  outstretched  hands  on  thee  we  call, 
Prostrate  before  thy  throne  we  bow  ; 
0  let  the  cloud  of  glory  tall 

On  all  thy  waiting  servants  now. 
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INSTITUTIONS    OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

3  Now  by  thy  presence  sanctify 

This  earthly  sanctuary,  Lord, 
And  to  its  courts  be  ever  nigh, 

And  here  thy  hallowed  name  record. 

4  When  from  its  altar  shall  arise 

Joint  supplication  to  thy  name, 
Deign  to  accept  the  sacrifice, 

Thyself  our  answering  God  proclaim. 

5  And  when  from  hence  the  voice  of  praise 

Shall  lift  its  triumphs  to  thy  throne, 
Show  thy  acceptance  of  our  lays 
By  making  all  thy  glory  known. 

6  When  here  thy  ministers  shall  stand, 

To  speak  what  thou  shalt  bid  them  say, 
Maintain  thy  cause  with  thine  own  hand, 
And  give  thy  truth  a  winning  way. 

7  Now3  therefore,  0  our  God,  arise, 

In  this  thy  resting  place  appear, 
And  let  thy  people's  longing  eyes 
Behold  thee  fix  thy  dwelling  here. 

1  QQ   01dbami  C-  M-  Watts. 

LVO  God  resorted  to  in  Trouble. 

THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  blessing,  Lord,  my  heart  desires  ; 

Oh,  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  glory  still  ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  learn  thy  holy  will. 
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THE   CHURCH. 

When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  thy  children  hide  ; 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  sound. 


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Asylum.         7s,  Qs  &  18.  Mrs.  Blumer. 

Dedication. 

WE,  like  Jesse's  son,  would  raise 
A  temple  to  the  Lord, 
Sound  throughout  its  courts  his  praise, 

His  saving  name  record — 
Dedicate  a  house  to  him 

Who,  once  in  mortal  weakness  shrined, 
Sorrowed,  suffered  to  redeem, 
To  rescue  all  mankind. 

Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  send 

The  consecrating  flame; 
No  v  in  majesty  descend, 

Inscribe  the  living  name  ; 
That  great  name  by  which  we  live, 

Now  write  on  this  accepted  stone  ; 
Us  into  thy  hands  receive, 

Our  temple  make  thy  throne. 


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Wilmot  7s.  Montgomery. 

The  House  of  Prayer  and  Praise. 

LORD  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise, 
Here,  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise  ; 
Thou  thy  people's  heart  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 


INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread  ; 
Here  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land  ; 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  enc  ure. 

4  Hallelujah  ! — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ; 
Hallelujah  ! —  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 

QflQ     Rockingham.         L.  M.  N.  P.  Willis. 

/C\J/C  An  humble  offering  to  Jehovah. 

I^HE  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
_   Was  the  first  temple  built  by  God  ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone  ; 
He  spake,  and,  lo  !  the  work  was  done. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad  expanse  of  azure  sky  ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtain' d  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky  ;  and  all  was  good  ; 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  morning  stars  together  sang. 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee  ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 
An  humble  temple,  built  with  hands. 

QHQ      ^zmon-  C.  M.  Kxottles. 

/CUCJ  A  blessing  Supplicated. 

GOD,  though  countless  worlds  of  light 
Thy  power  and  glory  show, 
Though  round  thy  throne,  above  all  height, 
Immortal  seraphs  glow, — 
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o 


THE   CHURCH. 

2  Yet,  Lord,  where'er  thy  saints  apart 

Are  met  for  praise  and  prayer, — 
Wherever  sighs  a  contrite  heart, 
Thou,  gracious  God,  art  there. 

3  With  grateful  joy,  th}T  children  rear 

This  temple,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Long  may  they  sing  thy  praises  here, 
And  here  thy  beauty  see. 

4  Here,  Saviour,  deign  thy  saints  to  meet ; 

With  peace  their  hearts  to  fill ; 
And  here,  like  Sharon's  odors  sweet, 
May  grace  divine  distil. 

5  Here  may  thy  truth  fresh  triumphs  win  ; 

Eternal  Spirit,  here, 
In  many  a  heart  now  dead  in  sin, 
A  living  temple  rear. 

r^r,   .       Dallas.  7s.  MONTGOMERY. 

™V ^t  Joining  the  Church. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns  a  fugitive  un blest  ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
0  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 
M*  145 


INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp  and  power  ; 
Welcome,  poverty  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour. 
"  Follow  me  I" — I  know  th}r  voice, 

Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see  ; 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light  thy  burden  now  to  me. 

Ashfurd.  L.  M.  Kelley. 

Welcome. 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Enter  in  Jesus'  precious  name  ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 

And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 
Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 

We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  Spirit  to  our  Lord, 

Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 
And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known, 
We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 

And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 
Once  more  our  welcome  we'll  repeat, 

Keceive  assurance  of  our  love  : 
0  may  we  all  together  meet 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 


THE     MINISTRY. 

QPl£      0xford-  SM-     '  Watts. 

/vUO  "  How  beautiful  upon  the  mountains" 

OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 
146 


H' 


THE   MINISTRY. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here/' 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
.  Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  jov. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ! 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

£\ryy      Orland.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

&^J  ■  "  Comfort  ye  my  people." 

COMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 
Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord  ; 
0  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  Gospel  word. 

2  Go,  into  every  nation  go, 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show  ; 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

3  Hark,  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare, 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there. 
147 


IXSTITUTIOXS    OF    THE    GOSPEL, 

4  The  Lord  your  God  shall  quickly  corne, 

Sinners,  repent,  the  call  ol 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room, 
Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  his  way. 

5  The  Lord  shall  clear  his  way  through  all. 

Whate'er  obstructs,  obstructs  in  vain  ; 
The  vale  shall  rise,  the  mountain  fall, 
Crooked  be  straight,  and  rugged  plain. 

6  The  glory  of  the  Lord  displayed. 

Shall  all  mankind  together  view  : 
And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  said, 
His  own  alinightv  hand  shall  do. 


G' 


QPlQ      ^waJ-  L.  M.  Watts. 

^vJ  The  Great  Commission. 

0  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord, 
Bid  the  whole  world  my  grace  receive  ; 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  word, 
He  shall  be  damned  that  won't  believe. 
2  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 
4  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend. 
OflQ      Spilsby.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

/C\JV  "Quityo  Icemen" 

HARK,  how  the  watchmen  cry, 
Attend  the  trumpet's  sound  : 
Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh, 

The  powers  of  hell  surround  : 
Who  bow  to  Christ's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare  ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand. 
Go  forth  to  glorious  war. 
148 


THE  MINISTRY. 

See  on  the  mountain  top 

The  standard  of  your  God  ; 
In  Jesus'  name  I  lift  it  up, 

All  stained  with  hallowed  blood 
His  standard-bearer,  I 

To  all  the  nations  call  ; 
Let  all  to  Jesus'  cross  draw  nigh  ; 

He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 

Go  up  with  Christ,  your  head, 

Your  Captain's  footsteps  see  ; 
Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory  : 
All  power  to  him  is  given, 

He  ever  reigns  the  same  ; 
Salvation,  happiness,  and  heaven 

Are  all  in  Jesus'  name. 


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Migdol.  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

Holy  Courage. 

SHALL  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain  ? 
Or,  undismayed,  in  deed  and  word 
Be  a  true  witness  for  my  Lord  ? 

2  Awed  by  a  mortal  frown,  shall  I 
Conceal  the  word  of  God  most  high  ? 
How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bear  ? 

3  Shall  I,  to  soothe  the  unholy  throng, 
Soften  thy  truths,  and  smooth  my  tongue, 
To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys,  or  flee 

The  cross,  endured,  my  Lord,  by  thee? 

4  What  then  is  he  whose  scorn  I  dread, 
Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid? 
A  man,  an  heir  of  death,  a  slave 

To  sin,  a  bubble  on  the  wave  ! 
149 


INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

5  Yea,  let  men  rage,  since  thou  wilt  spread 
Thy  shadowing  wings  around  my  head, 
Since  in  all  pain  thy  tender  love 
Will  still  my  sure  refreshment  prove. 


211 


C 


BAPTISM. 
Ames.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Adult  Baptism. 
OME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 


Honor  the  means  ordained  hy  thee 
Make  good  our  apostolic  boast, 
And  own  thy  glorious  ministry. 

We  now  thy  promised  presence  claim, 
Sent  to  disciple  all  mankind  ; 

Sent  to  baptize  into  thy  name, 

We  now  thy  promised  presence  find. 

Father,  in  these  reveal  thy  Son, 

In  these,  for  whom  we  seek  thy  face  ; 

The  hidden  mystery  make  known, 
The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace. 

Jesus,  with  us  thou  always  art, 
Effectuate  now  the  sacred  sign, 

The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
And  bless  the  ordinance  divine. 

Eternal  Spirit,  descend  from  high, 
Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou  ! 

The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

0  that  the  souls  baptized  herein 
May  now  thy  truth  and  mercy  feel, 

May  rise  and  wash  away  their  sin  ! 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  their  pardon  seal. 
150 


212 


BAPTISM. 

Shirlund.  S.  M.  Fellows.' 

Infant  Baptism. 

GEE  AT  God,  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 

To  thy  victorious  grace. 
0  what  a  pure  delight 

Their  happiness  to  see  ! 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 

To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 
Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 

This  holy  rite  divine  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 

And  make  our  children  thine. 


213 


s 


Wilmington.  C.  Bff.  Doddridgk, 

"  Suffer  little  Children  to  come/' 
EE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 


With  all-engaging  charms 


214 


Hark  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 
"  Permit  them  to  approach,  "  he  cries, 

"  Not  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 

The  Lord  of  angels  came.  " 
We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 

Thine  let  .our  offspring  be. 

Hingham.  L.  M.  Steele. 

In  fa  n  t,  Bop  tism. 

OLORD  !  encouraged  by  thy  grace, 
We  bring  our  infant  to  thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  within* thy  heart  a  place, 
Let  it  be  thine,  and  thine  alone. 
151 


INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Wash  it  from  every  stain  of  guilt, 

And  let  this  child  be  sanctified  ; 
Lord,  thou  canst  cleanse  it,  if  thou  wilt, 
And  all  its  native  evils  hide. 

3  We  ask  not  for  it  earthly  bliss, 

Or  earthly  honors,  wealth  or  fame : 
The  sum  of  our  request  is  this — 

That  it  may  love  and  fear  thy  name. 

4  This  infant  we,  by  faith,  commit 

To  thy  kind  love  and  guardian  care  ; 
We  lay  it  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
He  will  not  let  it  perish  there. 


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St.  Thomas,  S.  M.  Doddkidge. 

Christ  hlessing  Children. 

I^HE  Saviour  kindly  calls 
_    Our  children  to  his  breast  ; 
He  holds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "Let  them  approach,  "  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, — 
For  such  as  these  I  came.  " 

3  With  ]oy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  thee, 
Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 


216 


Ozrem.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"  A  Fountain  for  Sin.  " 

MY  Saviour's  pierced  side 
Poured  out  a  double  flood  : 
By  water  we  are  purified,  « 
And  pardoned  by  his  blood. 
152 


lord's  supper. 

2  Called  from  above,  I  rise 

And  wash  away  my  sin  ; 
The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies 
Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 

3  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide  ; 
'Twas  opened  by  the  soldier's  spear 
In  my  Redeemer's  side. 


217 


Albion.  C.  M.  Anon. 

"  Baptized  into  his  death." 

BAPTIZED  into  your  Saviour's  death, 
Your  souls  to  sin  must  die  ; 
With  Christ,  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

2  There  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits 

Enthroned,  divinely  fair, 
Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  still, 
And  your  forerunner  there. 

3  Else  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
Above  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 


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LORD     S     SUPPER. 
Naomi.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Grateful  remembrance. 

ACCORDING  to  thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, — 

I  will  remember  thee. 
n  153 


INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  : 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethseniane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  my  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  my  Sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  thee  ! 

5  Kemember  thee  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 


219 


Dikeman.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  our  Passover. 


LET  all  who  truly  bear 
The  bleeding  Saviour's  name, 
Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 

And  eat  the  Paschal  Lamb. 
This  eucharistic  feast 

Our  every  want  supplies, 
And  still  we  by  his  death  are  blest, 

And  share  his  sacrifice. 
Who  thus  our  faith  employ 

His  sufferings  to  record, 
E'en  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 
Communion  with  our  Lord. 
154 


LORD  S   SUPPER. 

4  We  too  with  him  are  dead, 
And  shall  with  him  arise  ; 
The  cross  on  which  he  bows  his  head 
Shall  lift  us  to  the  skies. 

^c\ri     HeiidoB.  7s-  &  Wesley. 

&&J  Discerning  the  Lord's  hodij. 

JESUS,  all-redeeming  Lord, 
Magnify  thy  dying  word  ; 
In  thine  ordinance  appear  ; 
Come  and  meet  thy  followers  here. 

2  In  the  rite  thou  hast  enjoined, 
Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find  ; 
Drink  thy  blood  for  sinners  shed, 
Taste  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 

3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare  ; 
Thou  thy  pardoning  grace  declare  ; 
Thou  that  hast  for  sinners  died, 
Show  thyself  the  Crucified  I 

4  All  the  power  of  sin  remove  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love  ; 
Stamp  us  with  the  stamp  divine ; 
Seal  our  souls  for  ever  thine. 


221 


Gardner.  S.  M.  0.  Wesley. 

The  Sunper  of  the  Lamb. 

THEE,  King  of  saints,  we  praise 
For  this  our  living  bread  ; 
Nourished  by  thy  preserving  grace, 
And  at  thy  table  fed. 

Yet  still  a  higher  seat 

We  in  thy  kingdom  claim, 
Who  here  by  faith  begin  to  eat 

The  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

155 


INSTITUTIONS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

3  That  glorious,  heavenly  prize, 
We  surely  shall  attain, 
And  in  the  palace  of  the  skies, 
With  thee  for  ever  reign. 

OOO      Suffolk.  C.   M.  Doddridge. 

££&  The  Sacred  Feast. 

THE  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 
And  blessings  crown  the  board  ; 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are  given, 
Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here, 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  Yet  are  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come  ; 
Nor  could  the  wide  overspreading  world 
O'er  fill  the  spacious  room. 

5  All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  founder's  name. 

qqq     Ebor.  C.  M.  Noel. 

6iCO  Grateful  remembrance. 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie, 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh, — 
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LORD  S   SUPPER. 

2  Oh,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell. 
And  save  from  death  and  woe? 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed — 
"  Meet,  and  rememher  me." 

4  Rememher  thee  I  thy  death,  thy  shame. 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 


OO/l      Faisal.  C.  S*«  Hart. 

/O/04  lts  Design. 

THAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Did,  almost  with  his  dying  breath, 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  have  met, 

And  to  remember  thee  : 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, — 
For  me  he  died,  for  me  ! 

3  Thy  sufferings,  Lord,  each  sacred  sign 

To  our  remembrance  brings : 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  0  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 

Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 
To  sing  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me  ! 
n*  157 


SIN. 

q^-w      Boylston.  S.  M.  L.  H.  Sigourney. 

AjCAj  <<  j)0  tfoig  {n  remembrance  of  me." 

COME,  listening  spirit,  come  ! 
Good  angels  guide  thy  way  ; 
Our  Shepherd  bids  thee  to  his  fold, 
The  gracious  call  obey. 

2  No  more  the  cold  grey  stone 

His  sepulchre  doth  seal ; 
"lis  rolled  away — our  Lord  is  risen  ; 
He  stoops  our  wounds  to  heal. 

3  Come,  waiting  spirit,  come  ! 

His  hallowed  board  is  spread  ; 
Turn  from  the  false  delights  of  earth, 
And  take  the  living  bread  ; 

4  And  in  that  strength  divine, 

Pass  on  thy  pilgrim  way  ; 
Make  him  thy  pole-star  through  the  night, 
Thy  sunbeam  all  the  clay. 

5  And  guard  with  faithful  hand 

The  promise  of  his  love, 
To  share  his  banquet  here  below, 
And  be  his  guest  above. 


VIII.    SIN. 

fiftQ     St.  Martin's.  C.  M.  Watts. 

m4X)  Original  Sin. 

BLEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
Adam,  our  father,  stood, 
Till  he  debased  his  soul  to  sense, 
And  ate  the  unlawful  food, 

158 


SIN. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 

To  sinful  joys  inclined  ; 
Reason  hath  lost  its  native  place, 
And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flesh  and  sense  and  passion  reign, 

Sin  is  the  sweetest  good  ; 
We  fancy  music  in  our  chain, 
And  so  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God,  renew  our  ruined  frame, 

Our  broken  powers  restore  ; 
Inspire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame, 
And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts3 
And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

r\{y>j     Mear.  CM.  Watts. 

&&  •  Moral  Disease. 

SIN,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
Infects  our  vital  blood  ; 
The  only  help  is  sovereign  grace, 
And  the  physician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Christ,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madness  by  nature  reigns  within, 

The  passions  burn  and  rage, 
Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

4  We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind, 

And  solid  good  despise  ; 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jesus  makes  us  wise. 
159 


SIN. 

qaq     Bath  Chapel.         C    M.  Watts. 

~^*  Sin  Deceitful 

SIN  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
To  practice  on.  the  mind  ; 
With  nattering  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young, 
And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence, 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

OOP*      ^Tin(lkam  •  L.  M,  Watts. 

^t/  gin  Hereditary . 

LOBD,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  denied  in  every  part. 

3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true  ; 
0  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

160 


SIX. 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face, 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean , 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

OH     Shields.  CM.  Beixdome. 

4jO\J  Sin  Destructive. 

WHEN  Adam  sinned,  through  all  his  race 
The  dire  contagion  spread  ; 
Sickness  and  death  and  deep  disgrace 
Sprang  from  our  fallen  head. 

2  Satan  in  strong  and  heavy  chains 

Binds  the  deluded  soul, 
And  every  furious  passion  reigns 
Without  the  least  control. 

3  From  God  and  happiness  we  fty, 

To  earth  and  sense  confined, 
Lost  in  a  maze  of  misery, 
Yet  to  our  misery  blind. 

4  Whene'er  the  man  begins  his  race, 

The  criminal  appears, 
And  evil  habits  keep  their  pace 
With  our  increasing  years. 
161 


SIN. 

5  Corruption  flows  through  all  our  veins, 
Our  moral  beauty's  gone, 
The  gold  is  fled,  the  dross  remains — 
0  sin,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 

C  Jesus,  reveal  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  draw  our  souls  to  thee  ; 
Thou  art  the  only  hiding  place 
Where  ruined  souls  can  flee. 

2q  «      Horton.  7s.  Anon. 

^  ■*■  Expostulation. 

SINNER,  what  has  earth  to  show 
Like  the  joys  believers  know  ? 
Is  thy  path  of  fading  flowers 
Half  so  bright,  so  sweet,  as  ours  ? 

2  Doth  a  skillful,  healing  friend 
On  thy  daily  path  attend, 

And  where  thorns  and  stings  abound, 
Shed  a  balm  on  every  wound  ? 

3  When  the  tempest  rolls  on  high, 
Hast  thou  still -a  refuge  nigh? 
Can,  oh,  can  thy  dying  breath 
Summon  one  more  strong  than  death  ? 

4  Canst  thou,  in  that  awful  day, 
Fearless  tread  the  gloomy  way, 
Plead  a  glorious  ransom  given, 
Burst  from  earth,  and  soar  to  heaven  ? 

2Q£-s      Aylesbury.  S    M.  Toplady. 

U£  The  Evil  Heart. 

ASTONISHED  and  distressed, 
I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppressed, 
The  seat  of  every  sin. 
162 


SIN. 


2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear  ! 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints  ! 

These  hateful  sins  subdue  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  my  mind, 
And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude,, 
My  lips  pronounce  thy  praise. 


283 


Underwood.  S.  M.  Cowper. 

TJie  Sinner  airested. 

MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 
My  guilty  soul,  alas  !  is  "  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins." 

2  Ah  !  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

Where  seek  for  mercy's  door? 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  justice  armed  with  power, 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  the  impending  doom  ; 
While  yet  some  friendly  whisper  says — 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come  !  u 

4  Oh  !  that  I  now  might  see 

Some  glimmering  from  afar, 
Some  beam  of  hope  to  dawn  on  me, 
And  save  me  from  despair. 
163 


WARNINGS. 

Islington.  L.  M.  Harrison. 

Abhorrence  of  Sin. 

0  COULD  I  find  some  peaceful  bower, 
Where  sin  has  neither  place  nor  power  ; 
This  traitor  vile  I  fain  would  shun, 
But  cannot  from  his  presence  run. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
He  stands  between  my  God  and  me  ; 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 

I  feel  him  working  in  my  breast. 

3  When  I  attempt  to  soar  above, 

To  view  the  heights  of  Jesus'  love, 
This  monster  seems  to  mount  the  skies, 
And  veil  his  glory  from  mine  eyes. 

4  Lord,  free  me  from  this  deadly  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low  ; 
I  long  to  dwell  in  heaven,  my  home, 
Where  not  one  sinful  thought  can  come. 


IX.    WAKNINGS. 

OOtC      Wilmot.  7s.  Scott. 

6tJU  Peril  of  Procrastination. 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 
164 


WARNINGS. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  hum 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  clone. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  he  blest, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  hegun. 


qq^     Heber.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

-&(JU  Qod  commandeth  all  men  to  repent. 

REPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
Nor  longer  dare  delay  ; 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  dispatched  abroad, 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  how, 
.    And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 
Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now, 

Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar  ; 
For  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Subdued  by  goodness,  Lord,  we  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 
165 


WARNINGS. 

^q^     Wells.  L.  M.  Watts. 

AjO  I  <<  Whatsoever  thy  hand  fin deth  to  do.,} 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward, 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven, — 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

qqq     Boston.  7s.  Newton. 

&tj{J  Break  or  Bow. 

SINNEK,  art  thou  still  secure? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  clay  ? 

2  See  his  mighty  arm  is  bared, 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ; 
For  his  judgments  stand  prepared, — 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee, 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax — 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  his  coming  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapped  in  flame  ? 
166 


WARNINGS. 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace — 
Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 

And  our  souls  be  called  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

9     Norwich.  8  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

"Why  willy*  cJieT 
OINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
O  God  your  Maker  asks  you,  why? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands  ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  your  Saviour  asks  you,  why  ? 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live  : 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God  the  Spirit  asks  you,  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God  and  die  ? 

\      Heber.  C    M.  Fawcett. 

J  "  No  peace  to  the  iciclced." 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
"Tis  Mercy  speaks  to-clay  ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 
167 


WARNINGS. 

Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 

Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 
Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell  ; 

Why  will  you  persevere? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 

Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 
Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days 

To  reap  eternal  woe  ! 
But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 

Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Benouncing  every  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sov'reign  Lord, 

And  learn  his  will  divine. 


241 


W 


Alfreton.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

What  shall  it  profit  f 
HY  will  ye  lavish  out  your  years 


Amidst  a  thousand  trifling  cares, 
While  in  this  various  range  of  thought 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot? 
Why  will  ye  chase  the  fleeting  wind, 
And  famish  an  immortal  mind, 
While  angels  with  regret  look  down, 
To  see  you  spurn  a  heavenly  crown  ? 
The  eternal  God  calls  from  above, 
And  Jesus  pleads  his  dying  love, 
Awakened  conscience  gives  you  pain  ; 
And  shall  they  join  their  pleas  in  vain? 

168 


WARNINGS. 

4  Not  so  your  dying  eyes  shall  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  shall  heaven  and  hell  appear 
When  the  decisive  hour  is  near. 

5  Almighty  God,  thy  power  impart, 
To  fix  convictions  on  the  heart  ; 
Thy  power  unveils  the  blindest  eyes, 
And  makes  the  haughtiest  scorner  wise. 

r\»r\     Forrest.  L.  M.  Watts. 

/v4:v  T]ie  broad  iray  and  the  narrow. 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
"With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 


Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross 


Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new, — 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

r\t(\     Shields.  CM.  Bemax 

£^±0  Expostulation  with  Sinners. 

YE  !  who  despise  the  Saviour's  grace, 
And  scorn  his  Gospel  here, — 
How  can  you  meet  his  angry  face, 
Or  at  his  bar  appear  ? 
o*  109 


WARNINGS. 

2  When  every  earthly  hope  shall  fail, 

When  storms  of  wrath  are  nigh, 
How  will  your  souls,  affrighted,  quail 
Beneath  his  "burning  eye  ! 

3  Why  will  you  madly  rush  on  death, 

And  force  your  way  to  woe  ? 
Why  tempt  the  God,  that  holds  your  "breath, 
To  strike  the  fatal  hlow  ? 

4  Turn,  guilty  sinners  !   quickly  turn  ; 

Oh  !  come  to  Jesus  now  ; — 
Ere  the  fierce  flames  around  you  hum, 
To  your  Kedeemer  how. 

qmm      Sessions.  L.  M.  Toplady. 

™ *■*■  The  Sinner  exhorted. 

SINNER  !   Oh  !  why  so  thoughtless  grown  ? 
Why  in  such  fearful  haste  to  die  ? 
Why  speed  thy  flight  to  worlds  unknown 
Regardless  of  thy  destiny  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  defy  the  wrath  of  God, 

Led  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams? 
Madly  despise  the  Saviour's  blood, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Sinnner  !  Oh  !  lift  thy  thoughts  above, 

And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  love, 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold  ! 

Fenburn.  S.  31.  Watts. 

Helpless  and  guilty. 

AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ? 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  sink  beneath  his  rod. 
170 


WARNINGS.        . 

If  he  our  ways  should  mark 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we,  for  one  of  thousand  faults, 

A  just  excuse  devise  ? 
The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, - 

Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 
Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 
None — none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 

But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 


246 


Asbury.  CM.  Watts. 

Sinful  Joys  delusive. 


HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below. 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 

And  every  sweet  a  snare. 
The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh 

Where  we  possess  delight. 
Oar  dearest  joy,  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 

And  leave  but  half  for  God. 
The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 

Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 
0  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food, 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 

From  all  created  good. 

1*71 


247 


A 


WARNINGS. 

Goldenhill.  S.  If.  Hyde. 

Gi'ieving  the  Spirit. 
ND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 


The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave, 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray, 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But  grace,  so  clearly  bought, 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doom,  with  sorrow  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

r\ir\     Effingham.  L    M.  Watts. 

A^xD  Adcice  to  Youth. 

NOW  in  the  flush  of  youthful  blood, 
Kemember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
Behold  !  the  months  come  hastening  on, 
When  you  shall  say — "  My  joys  are  gone.' 

2  Behold  !  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust,  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God — not  there  to  dwell, — 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

172 


WARNINGS. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
And,  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

O/IA     China.  CM.  Hart. 

&  *&  Exhortation  to  Repentance. 

VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  ! 
Kepent,  thy  end  is  nigh  ; 
Death  at  the  farthest  can't  he  far  ; 
0  !  think  before  thou  die. 

2  Reflect !  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount  ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence  ; 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell  ; 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence 
To  heaven  or  down  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  : 
But  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there  ; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

St.  Olives.  C.  M.  .      Watts. 

Justification  by  Faith. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built  ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

Let  Jew  and  G-entile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murmuring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 

Guilty  before  the  Lord. 
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WARNINGS. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ? 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 


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Elthani.  7s.  Epis.  Col. 

"  Redeeming  the  time,"  &c. 

SINNER,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Eaise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead  ; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 
See  the  bright  and  living  path  : 
Watchful  tread  that  path  ;  be  wise, 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  ; 
Life  secure  without  delay, 

Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

4  Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still ; 
Called  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will  : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

r\^r\      Bangor.  C.  M.  Alexander. 

&06  While  we  have  light. 

rpHERE  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when, 
_L    A  point,  we  know  not  where, 
That  seals  the  destiny  of  men 
To  glory  or  despair. 
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WAKNXNOS. 

2  There  is  a  line,  by  us  unseen. 

That  crosses  every  path  ; 
The  hidden  boundary  between 
God's  patience  and  his  wrath. 

3  To  pass  that  limit  is  to  die, 

To  die  as  if  by  stealth  ; 
It  does  not  quench  the  beaming  eye, 

Or  pale  the  glow  of  health. 
•I  The  conscience  may  be  still  at  ease, 

The  spirits  light  and  gay  : 
That  which  is  pleasiug  still  may  please, 

And  care  be  thrust  away. 

5  But  on  that  forehead  God  has  set 

Indelibly  a  mark, 
Unseen  by  man,  for  man  as  yet 
Is  blind  and  in  the  dark. 

6  And  yet  the  doom'd  man's  path  below 

May  bloom,  as  Eden  bloomed  ; 
He  did  not,  does  not,  will  not  know 
Or  feel  that  he  is  doomed. 

7  He  thinks,  he  feels  that  all  is  well, 

And  every  fear  is  calmed  : 
He  lives,  he  dies,  he  wakes  in  hell, 
Not  onlv  doomed,  but  damned. 


Bangor.  C.  M.  Alexander, 

While  it  is  called  to-day  repeat. 

0  WHERE  is  the  mysterious  bourn 
By  which  our  path  is  crossed, 
Beyond  which,  God  himself  hath  sworn, 
That  he  who  goes  is  lost  ? 

How  far  may  we  go  on  in  sin  ? 

How  long  will  God  forbear  ? 
Where  does  hope  end,  and  where  begin 

The  confines  of  despair  ? 
175 


WARNINGS. 

3  An  answer  from  the  skies  is  sent : 
"  Ye  that  from  God  depart, 
While  it  is  called  to-day  repent, 
And  harden  not  your  heart/' 

OK/1      Heddiug.         8,8,6,8,8,6.  C.Wesley. 

^04  The  brink  of  fate. 

LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 
Secure,  insensible  : 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Kemoves  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God,  mine  inmost  soul/convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 
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INVITATIONS. 


X.  INVITATIONS. 


Osgood.  8s,  7s  &  4.  Reed. 

The  Voice  of  Mercy . 

HEAR,  0  sinner,  mercy  hails  you ! 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls, 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  : 

Hear,  0  sinner  ! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

See  !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 
O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread  ! 

Hark  !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  ! 

Turn,  0  sinner  ! 
Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 

Haste,  0  sinner,  to  the  Saviour  ! 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over, 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ; 
Haste,  0  sinner  ! 

You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 


Cooper.  4  6s  &  2  8s.  C.  Wesle? 

Jubilee . 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home, 
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INVITATIONS. 

Jesus,  our  great  High.  Priest, 

Hath  full  atouement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  he  glad : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Eeturn,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Extol  the  larnb  of  God, 

The  all- atoning  lamh  ; 
Redemption  through  his  hlood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Receive  it  back,  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace, 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Peterboro'.  C.  M.  Steele. 

Salvation  Free. 

THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

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INVITATIONS. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  now, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banisb  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  every  pain  ; 
Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  ! 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

5  Bless'd  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink  and  never  die. 

-.      PleyeL  7s.  C.  Weslet. 

J  •'  Come  unto  me  all  ye  that  labor.77 

COME,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 
All  who  groan  beneath  your  load, 
Jesus  calls  his  wanderers  home, 

Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God  ; 
Gome,  ye  guilty  souls,  opprest, 
Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call, 
4i  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest, 
Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

2  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love, 
We  thy  kindest  word  obey : 
Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away  : 
Fain  we  would  on  thee  rely, 

Cas-t  on  thee  our  every  care, 
To  thine  arms  of  mercy  fly, 
Find  our  lasting  quiet  there. 
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INVITATIONS. 

Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God, 
Lo  !  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  thou  art ; 
Now  our  groaning  souls  release, 

Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

Northfield.  C.  M.  Watts. 

"  Ho  !  every  one' that  thirtieth." 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 
Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 

To  fill  an  empty  mind  ; 
Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  hids  your  longing  appetite 

The  rich  provision  taste. 
Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 

With  springs  that  never  dry. 
Rivers  of  love  and  mercy,  here, 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows,. 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
The  happy  gates  of  Gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies,. 

And  drive  our  wants  away. 
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INVITATIONS. 

Unara.  8s,  7s  &  1  4.  Hart. 

.  Come  to  Jesus. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power  : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more  ! 

Ho  !  ye  thirsty,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, — 

Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, — 
Without  money, 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
Not  the  righteous, — 

Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies  ! 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

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INVITATIONS. 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  liis  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Y  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats    of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


Ashford.  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

Come  and  Welcome. 

HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh  1 
'Tis  Gfod  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ; 

Buy  wine  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
And  find  my  grace  is  free  for  all. 

3  See  from  the  Bock  a  fountain  rise— 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls  ; 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  laboring,  burdened,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give, 

Leave  all  you  have  and  are  behind  ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 
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INVITATIONS. 

0£6)     Shoel.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

/vU/C'  "  All  tilings  are  ready." 

SINNERS,  obey  the  Gospel  word  ! 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  my  Lord  ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day  ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away  ! 

2  Ready  the  father  is  to  own 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love 
Just  now  the  stony  to  remove  ; 

T;  apply,  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate  ; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready  with  their  shining  host ; 
All  heaven  is  ready  to  resound, 

u  The  dead's  alive  !  the  lost  is  found." 


O/^O     Oldhaiu.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

^v)0  The  Young  Exhorted. 

YE  hearts  with  joyful  vigor  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near  ; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 

Your  friendship  to  pursue. 
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INVITATIONS. 

3  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  his  face, 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain  ; 
And  they,  who  early  seek  his  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4  What  object,  Lord  !  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  to}rs  ! 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ; 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
For  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

r\Q  i      Ward.  L.  M.  Steele. 

<0\J-±  Rest  for  the  iceary  Penitent. 

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest : 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  sin,  a  painful  load, 

0  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart  ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind,  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  wondrous  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
0,  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

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INVITATIONS. 

{\ny      Edgeware.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

&vU  jje  waitetJi  to  be  gracious. 

JESUS,  Kedeemer  of  mankind, 
Display  thy  saving  power  ; 
Thy  mercy  let  the  sinner  find, 
And  know  his  gracious  hour. 

2  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 

And  crucified  afresh, 
Touch  with  thine  all-victorious  blood, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

3  Open  their  eyes  thy  cross  to  see, — 

Their  ears,  to  hear  thy  cries  : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee  ; 
For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 

4  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands, 

His  rebels  to  receive  ; 
And  shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands, 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

5  Turn,  and  your  sins  of  deepest  dye 

He  will  with  blood  efface  ; 
E'en  now  he  waits  the  blood  t'  apply  ; — 
Be  saved,  be  saved  by  grace. 

C\C*f*     Bath  Chapel.  C.  M.  Jones. 

>CDD  The  Resolve. 

COME,  trembling  sinner  I  in  whose  breast. 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, — 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus  though  my  sin 
Like  mountains  round  me  close  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 
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INVITATIONS. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  fall  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  u  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  (i  I  can  hut  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For,  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die.7' 


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Virginia.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Hejustifieth  the  ungodly. 


LOVEBS  of  pleasure  more  than  God, 
For  you  he  suffered  pain, 
For  you  the  Saviour  spilt  his  blood  ; 
And  shall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 

2  Sinners,  his  life  for  you  he  paid  ; 

Your  basest  crimes  he  bore  ; 

Your  sins  were  all  on  Jesus  laid, 

That  you  might  sin  no  more. 

3  To  earth  the  great  Kedeemer  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heaven  ; 
Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name 
And  you  shall  be  forgiven. 

4  Believe  in  him  who  died  for  thee  ; 

And,  sure  as  he  hath  died, 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  soul  is  free, 
And  thou  art  justified. 
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INVITATIONS. 

OQO     ^Tarw^CK-  CM.  Steele. 

/COO  Invitation  to  the  Gospel  Feast.. 

YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
Behold  a  royal  feast, 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  Here  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
0  stay  not  back  though  fear  alarms, 
For  yet  there  still  is  room, — 

3  Eoom  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Oh  !  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love, 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th/  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 


OOfl      Lhnehouse.  L.  M.  Grigg. 

&\)0  Knocking  at  Door. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks — has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh  !  lovely  attitude — he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ; 
Oh  !  matchless  kindness — and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

m 


INVITATIONS. 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will — the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise — touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, — 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, — 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  and  thy  soul  shall  prove 
The  fullness  of  thy  Saviour's  love. 


270 


Franklin  Square.     S.  M.  Dobell, 

The  Accepted  Time. 

NOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
0,  sinners  !  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 
Then  whj  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Gospel  bids  you  come, 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord  !  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  melt  them  by  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  speed  their  way 
To  bear  the  news  above. 
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271 


INVITATIONS. 

Bridgewater.         L.  Iff.  C.  Wesley. 

The  plenitude  of  Grace. 

COME,  0  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restored  ; 
His  proffer" d  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace  : 

2  A  pardon  written  with  bis  blood, 
The  favor  and  tbe  peace  of  God  ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence  : 

3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart ; 

The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven  ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven  ; 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
Th'  unutterable  tenderness  ; 

The  genuine,  meek  humility  ; 

The  wonder,  "  Why  such  love  tome!" 

o  Th'  o'erwhelming  power  of  saving  grace, 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 


272 


Rest.  L.  M.  Smith. 

11  I  will  in  no  wise  cast  out" 

HAEK  !  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear  ; 
Come,  trembling  soul,  dispel  thy  fear  ! 
He  saith,  and  who  his  word  can  doubt  ? 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out  ! 

Doth  Satan  fill  you  with  dismay, 
And  tell  you,  Christ  will  cast  away  ? 
It  is  a  truth,  why  should  you  doubt, 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out  ! 

189  " 


INVITATIONS. 

3  Doth  sin  appear  before  your  view, 
Of  scarlet  or  of  crimson  hue  ? 

If  black  as  tell,  why  should  you  doubt  ? 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out ! 

4  The  publican  and  dying  thief 
Applied  to  Christ,  and  found  relief; 
Nor  need  you  entertain  a  doubt, 

He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out  ! 

5  Approach  your  God,  make  no  de]ay, 
He  waits  to  welcome  you  to-day  ; 
His  mercy  try,  nor  longer  doubt ; 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out  ! 

ryyO      Martyrdom.  CM.  Colyer. 

<v  I  U  The  Wanderer  recalled. 

RETURN,  0  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  return  ; 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 
He  sees  thy  soften 'd  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  return  ; 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 
Come  to  his  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  the  failing  tear  ; 
Thy  Father  calls, — no  longer  mourn  ; 
;Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

5  Return,  0  wanderer,  return  ; 

Regain  thy  long-sought  rest  ; 
The  Saviour's  melting  mercies  yearn 
To  clasp  thee  to  his  breast. 
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274 


INVITATIONS. 

Winter.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Salvation  offered  to  all. 

JESUS,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 
Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak  ; 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Does  thy  salvation  flow  ; 
'Tis  not  confin'd  to  sex  or  age, 

The  lofty  or  the  low. 

While  grace  is  offer 'd  to  the  prince, 
The  poor  may  take  their  share  ; 

ISTo  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 

Come,  all  ye  wretched  sinners,  come, 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew  ; 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 

For  rebels  such  as  you. 


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Rest.  L.  M.  Dwigiit. 

The  accepted  time. 

WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah,  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  0  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 

Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, — 

Before  His  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear"  or  save. 
191 


INVITATIONS. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise, 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  God  invites  ;  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  t 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  0  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 

ry*jri     Petersfield.  6  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

6  I  0  Fly  to  Jesus. 

WEARY  souls  that  wander  wide 
From  the  central  point  of  bliss, 
Turn  to  Jesus  crucified, 

Fly  to  those  dear  wounds  of  his  ; 
Sink  into  the  purple  flood  ; 
Rise  into  the  life  of  God. 

2  Find  in  Christ  the  way  of  peace, 

Peace  unspeakable,  unknown  ! 
By  his  pain  he  gives  you  ease, 

Life  by  his  expiring  groan  ; 
Rise  exalted  by  his  fall, 
Find  in  Christ  your  all  in  all. 

3  0  believe  the  record  true, 

God  to  you  his  Son  hath  given  ; 
Ye  may  now  be  happy  too  ; 

Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven  : 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above 
All  the  life  of  glorious  love. 

4  This  the  universal  bliss, 

Bliss  for  every  soul  design'd  ; 
God's  primeval  promise  this, 

God's  great  gift  to  all  mankind. 
Bless' d  in  Christ  this  moment  be, 
Bless' d  to  all  eternity  ! 
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INVITATIONS. 

f\wry     Give.  CM.  Hastings. 

™  •   ■  Bd;eve,  and  he  at  peace. 

why  should  gloomy  thoughts  arise, 
And  darkness  fill  the  mind  ? 
Why  should  thy  bosom  heave  with  sighs, 
And  yet  no  refuge  find  ? 

2  Hast  thou  not  heard  of  Gilead's  "balm — 

The  great  Physician  there, 
Who  can  thine  every  fear  disarm, 
And  save  thee  from  despair  ? 

3  Still  art  thou  o'er  whelmed  with  grief, 

And  filled  with  sore  dismay  ? 
Still  looking  downward  for  relief, 
Without  one  cheering  ray  ? 

4  Lift  up  thy  streaming  eyes  to  heaven  ; 

The  great  atonement  see  ; 
And  all  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven  : — 
Believe,  and  thou  art  free. 

5  For  thee  the  Saviour  suffered  shame, 

And  shed  his  precious  blood  ; 
Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  be  at  peace  with  God.. 


r\wr\      Meet  again.  7s.  Anon. 

™  '  ^  Sufficiency  of  Christ. 

BLEEDING  hearts,  defiled  by  sin, 
Jesus  Christ,  can  make  you  clean  ; 
Contrite  souls,  with  guilt  opprest, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste, 
Turn  to  God,  0  turn  and  live, 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 
Q*  193 


INVITATIONS. 

3  You  that  oft  have  wandered  far 
From  the  light  of  Bethleh'm  star, 
Trembling,  now  your  steps  retrace, 

.    Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  grace. 

4  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn, 
Grieved,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide, 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 

5  Fainting  souls,  in  peril's  hour 
Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  power  ; 
On  the  risen  Lord  rely, 

Jesus  Christ  now  reigns  on  high. 

(\ry(\     Chopin.  C.  M.  Medley. 

^  ■  "  Whosoever  will,  let  him  come. 

WHAT  amazing  words  of  grace, 
Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 

Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 
Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls 

Are  freely  welcome  here  ; 
Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls 

Abundant,  free  and  clear. 
Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  every  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 

A  deep  celestial  spring  ! 
Whoever,  will,  (0  gracious  word  !) 

Shall  of  this  stream  partake  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake. 
Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace  ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 

And  drink,  adore  and  bless. 
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INVITATIONS. 

r\Qr\  lis  &  10s.  Moore. 

£OU  Come,  ye  disconsolate. 

COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel  ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here    speaks    the    Comforter,    in    God's    name 
saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 


/-vq-i       Sessions.  L.  M.  Anon. 

201  Take  iq>  thy  Cross. 

TAKE  up  thy  cross  !  the  Saviour  said, 
If  thou  wouldst  my  disciple  be  ; 
Take  up  thy  cross  with  willing  heart, 
And  humbly  follow  after  me. 

2  Take  up  thy  cross  !  let  not  its  weight 

Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm  ; 
My  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 

And  brace  thy  heart,  and  nerve  thy  arm. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross  !  nor  heed  the  shame, 

And  let  thy  foolish  pride  be  still  ; 
Thy  Lord  did  not  refuse  to  die 
Upon  a  cross  on  Calvary's  hill. 

4  Take  up  thy  cross,  then,  in  his  strength, 

And  calmly  sin's  wild  deluge  brave  ; 
'Twill  guide  thee  to  a  better  home, 
It  points  to  bliss  beyond  the  grave. 
195 


IXVITATTOXS. 


Take  up  thy  cross  !  and  follow  me, 
Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down  ; 

For  only  lie  who  bears  the  cross, 

May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crown. 


^qq      Park  Street.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

^0<C  The  Gospel  Feast. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  Gospel  feast, 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call  ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all ; 

Come,  all  the  world,  come,  sinner,  thou  ; 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come  all  ye  souls  by  sin  opprest, 
Ye  restless  wanderers  after  rest, 

Ye  poor,  and  maimed,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive, 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live  : 
0  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Kor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 

5  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious  bleeding  sacrifice  ! 
His  offered  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace. 

6  This  is  the  time — no  more  delay, 
The  accepted  time — salvation's  day  ; 
Come  in,  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all. 

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PENITENCE. 


XI.  CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 


PMITENCE. 

Sure  Retreat.         L.  M.  Elliot. 

"  Just  as  lam" 

JUST  as  I  am — without  one  plea 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am — though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive  ; 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 
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284 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

Golden  Hill  S.  II.  C.  Wesley. 

,  Grace  implored. 

OTHAT  I  could  revere 
My  much  offended  God  ! 
0  that  I  could  but  stand  in  fear 

Of  thy  afflicting  rod  !• 
If  mercy  cannot  draw, 

Thou  by  thy  threatenings  move, 
And  keep  an  abject  soul  in  awe, 
That  will  not  yield  to  love. 

2  Show  me  the  naked  sword 

Impending  o'er  my  head  : 

0  let  me  tremble  at  thy  word,, 
And  to  my  ways  take  heed : 

With  sacred  horror  fly 

From  every  sinful  snare, 
Nor  ever,  in  my  Judge's  eye, 

My  Judge's  anger  dare. 

3  Thou  great,  tremendous  God, 

The  conscious  awe  impart ; 
The  grace  be  now  on  me  bestowed, 

The  tender,  fleshly  heart  ; 
For  Jesus'  sake  alone 

The  stony  heart  remove, 
And  melt,  at  last,  0  melt  me  down 

Into  the  mould  of  love  ! 

£      Laban.  S.  M.  H.  Boxar. 

1  Peter  ii,  25. 

I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 

1  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled. 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 
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PENITENCE. 

The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  desert,  waste,  and  wild. 
Jesus  that  Shepherd  is, 

"Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ; 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 
I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ;  ' 
But  now  I  love  the  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold  ! 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  his  home  ! 

Aylesbury.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Sinner  yielding. 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 
Nay,  but  I  yields  I  yield, 
I  can  hold  out  no  more  ; 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 

And  own  thee  conqueror. 
Though  late,  I  all  forsake, 

My  friends,  my  all  resign  ; 
Gracious  Kedeemer,  take,  0  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 
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288 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 
My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thy  only  love  to  know, 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 

No  other  goo"d  below. 
My  life,  my  portion,  thou, 

Thou  all-sufficient  art ; 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 

Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 

Ozrein.  S.   M.  Beddome. 

" A  broken  and  a  contrite  heart." 

NOW  to  thine  altar,  Lord, 
A  broken  heart  I  bring, 
And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing? 

2  To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

My  faith  directs  her  eyes  ; 
All  other  offerings  are  vain, 
But  not  his  sacrifice. 

3  That  moment  he  expired 

The  law  was  satisfied, 
And  now  to  its  severest  claims 
I  answer,  " Jesus  died  I" 

Petersfield.  6  7s.  C.  Wesley 

Heart  of  flesh. 

SAVIOUR,  Prince  of  Israel's  race, 
See  me  from  thy  lofty  throne  ; 
Give  the  sweet  relenting  grace, 

Soften  this  obdurate  stone  ; 
Stone  to  flesh,  0  God,  convert, 
Cast  a  look  and  break  my  heart. 
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289 


PENITENCE. 

By  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  reprove, 

All  my  inmost  sins  reveal  ; 
Sins  against  thy  light  and  love 

Let  me  see  and  let  me  feel, 
Sins  that  crucified  my  Lord, 
Spilt  again  thy  precious  blood, 

Jesus,  seek  thy  wandering  sheep, 

Make  me  restless  to  return  : 
Bid  me  look  on  thee  and  weep, 

Bitterly  as  Peter  mourn, 
Till  I  say,  by  grace  restored, 
"Now,  thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  Lord." 

Might  I  in  thy  sight  appear 

As  the  publican,  distrest, 
Stand,  not  daring  to  draw  near  ; 

Smite  on  my  unworthy  breast, 
Groan  the  sinner's  only  plea, 
tl  God,  be  merciful  to  me  I" 

0  remember  me  for  good, 

Passing  through  the  mortal  vale  ; 
Show  me  the  atoning  blood, 

When  my  strength  and  spirit  fail : 
Give  my  gasping  soul  to  see 
Jesus  crucified  for  me  ! 

Dikeman.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Penitence  desired. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent, 
With  all  my  idols  part, 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 

An  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
A  heart  with  grief  oppressed 

For  having  grieved  my  God, 
A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest 

Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 
R  201 


290 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire  : 
With  true  sincerity  of  woe 

My  aching  breast  inspire  ; 
With  softening  pity  look, 

And  melt  my  hardness  down  ; 
Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 

And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

Fenbm-B.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Prayer  for  Penitence. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent  ! 
0  that  I  could  believe  ! 
0  thou  whose  voice  the  marble  rent, 

The  rock  in  sunder  cleave  ! 
Thou,  by  thy  two-edged  sword, 

My  soul  and  spirit  part ; 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 

Saviour  and  Prince  of  peace, 

The  double  grace  bestow, 
Unloose  the  bands  of  wickedness, 

And  let  the  captive  go  ; 
Grant  me  my  sins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove  ; 
Wound,  and  pour  in  my  wounds,  to  heal, 

The  balm  of  pardoning  love. 

For  thine  own  mercy's  sake, 

The  hindrance  now  remove, 
And  into  thy  protection  take 

The  prisoner  of  thy  love  ;  % 
In  every  trying  hour 

Stand  by  my  feeble  soul, 
And  screen  me  from  my  nature's  power, 

Till  thou  hast  made  me  whole. 
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291 


PENITENCE. 

This  is  thy  will,  I  know. 

That  I  should  holy  be, 
Should  let  niy  sins  this  moment  go, 

This  moment  turn  to  thee  . 
O  might  I  now  embrace 

Thine  all-sufficient  power. 
And  never  more  to  sin  give  place. 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

Penitence.       7s,  Gs  &  1  8.  -0.  Wesley. 

The  stony  heart  deplored. 

JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter.  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart  : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake 

The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow  ; 
If  thy  goodness  now  is  stirred. 

If  now  I  would  myself  bemoan. 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lard, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

4  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die, 
Life  and  happiness  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

5  Look  as  when  thine  eye  pursued 

The  first  apostate  man, 
Saw  him  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

And  bade  him  rise  again  : 
Speak  my  Paradise  restored, 

Redeem  me  hj  thy  grace  alone  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

6  Look  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  closed  that  we  might  live  ; 
"  Father/'  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gasped,)  (C  forgive  :,r 
Surely  with  that  dying  word 

He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  rTls  done  V 
0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 

Thou  break' st  my  heart  of  stone. 

df\Ci     ^aom^-  CM.  €.  Wesley. 

&u£  Contrition  desired^ 

OFOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 
Which  bows  before  the  Lord, 
Acknowledging  how  just  thou  art„ 
And  trembling  at  thy  word  t 

2  0  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 
Which  from  repentance  flow, 
That  consciousness  of  guilt  which  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow  I 
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PENITENCE. 

Saviour ,  to  me  in  pity  give 

The  sensible  distress  ; 
The  pledge  thou  wilt,  at  last,  receive. 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace : 

Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove. 

Before  the  evil  come  ; 
My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above, 

My  body  in  the  tomb. 

Martyrdom.  C.  M.  Steele. 

Comfort  sought^ 

OTHOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh, 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye, — 

See !  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wauderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 

Hast  thou  not  said,  return  ? 

Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray. 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 

How  desolate  my  way  !  - 

0  shine  on  this  benighted  heart. 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine, 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 

A  taste  of  joys  divine. 


294 


Dundee.  CM.  Watts. 

God  dwells  with  the  contrite. 

I^HUS  speaks  the  high  and  lofty  One  ; 
^    My  throne  is  fixed  on  high — 
There,  through  eternity,  I  hear 

The  praises  of  the  sky. 
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295 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE, 

Yet,  looking  down,  I  visit  oft 

The  humble,  hallowed  cell, 
And  with  the  penitent  who  mourn, 

'Tis  my  delight  to  dwell. 
My  presence  heals  the  wounded  heart, 

The  sad  in  spirit  cheers  : 
My  presence,  from  the  bed  of  dust, 

The  contrite  sinner  rears. 
I  dwell  with  all  my  humble  saints 

While  they  on  earth  remain  ; 
And  they,  exalted,  dwell  with  me, 

With  me  forever  reign. 

Ortonrille.  C.  M.  Stennett. 

Confession. 

WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 
Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false  as  mine  hath  been, 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin  ! 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 

Are  holy,  just  and  true  ; 
Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands 
Is  his  most  righteous  due. 

4  Eeason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 

And  all  her  words  approve  ; 
But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  strugglings  in  my  breast  ? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 
206 


PENITENCE. 

^      Kingsbridge.         L.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

'  Mournful  recollections — Hope. 

OLORD,  my  God,  in-mercy  turn, 
In  mercy  hear  a  sinner  mourn  ! 
To  thee  I  call,  to  thee  I  cry, 

0  leave  me,  leave  me  not  to  die  ! 

2  I  would  not  yield  when  thou  didst  draw, 

1  spurned  thy  grace,  I  mocked  thy  law  ; 
The  hour  is  past — the  day's  gone  by, 
And  I  am  left  alone  to  die. 

3  0  pleasures  past,  what  are  ye  now 
But  thorns  about  my  bleeding  brow  ! 
Spectres  that  hover  round  my  brain, 
And  aggravate  and  mock  my  pain. 

4  For  pleasure  I  have  given  my  soul  ; 
Now,  justice,  let  thy  thunders  roll  ! 
Now,  vengeance,  smite,  and  with  a  blow 
Lay  the  rebellious  ingrate  low  ! 

5  Yet,  Jesus,  Jesus  !  there  I'll  cling, 
I'll  crowd  beneath  his  sheltering  wing  ; 
I'll  clasp  the  cross,  and  holding  there, 
E'en  me,  0  bliss  !  his  wrath  may  spare. 


297 


Hendon.  7s.  J.  Taylor. 

Confessions. 

GOD  of  mercy  !  God  of  grace  ! 
Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 
0  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs  ! 

Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted — time  misspent  ; 

Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent  ; 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

3  Foolish  fears,  and  fond,  desires. 

Vain  regrets,  for  things  as  vain, 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain, — 

4  These,  and.  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own  ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne  ! 

5  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  grace  1 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 
0  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs. 


298 


Howard.  C.  M.  Psatt's  Col 

"  We  all,  like  sheejj,  have  gone  astray" 

ALMIGHTY  Father  !  God  of  grace  ! 
We  all,  like  sheep  astray, 
In  folly  from  thy  paths  have  turned, 
Each  to  his  sinful  way. 

2  Sins  of  omission  and  of  act 

Through  all  our  lives  abound  ; 
Alas  !  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
No  health  in  us  is  found. 

3  0  spare  us,  Lord  !  in  mercy  spare  ! 

Our  contrite  souls  restore, 
Through  him  who  suffered  on  the  cross, 
And  man's  transgressions  bore. 

4  And  grant,  0  Father,  for  his  sake, 

That  we,  through  all  our  days, 
A  just  and  godly  life  may  lead, 
To  thine  eternal  praise. 

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299 


PENITENCE. 

Chimes.  C.  M.  Heber. 

Repeated  Calls. 

HOW  long  the  time  since  Christ  "began 
To  call  in  vain  on  me  ! 
Deaf  to  his  warning  voice,  I  ran 
Through  paths  of  vanity. 

2  He  called  me  when  my  thoughtless  prime 

Was  early  ripe  to  ill ; 
I  passed  from  folly  on  to  crime,. 
And  yet  he  called  me  still. 

3  He  called  me  in  the  time  of  dread, 

When  death  was  full  in  view  : 
I  trembled  on  my  feverish  "bed. 
And  rose  to  sin  anew. 

4  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again. 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  he  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 

5  O  thou  that  every  thought  dost  know. 

And  answerest  every  prayer, 
Try  me  with  sickness,  want,  or  woe, 
But  snatch  me  from  despair. 

6  My  struggling  will  by  grace  control, 

Renew  my  broken  vow  : — 
What  blessed  light  breaks  on  my  soul  ! 
My  God,  I  hear  thee  now. 

f\r\r\     Liinehouse.  L.  M.  Crittenden. 

OUU  Sins  Confessed. 

IOWX  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess, 
Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more? 
Of  crimes  already  numberless, 
Yain  the  attempt  to  swell  the  score. 
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301 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Were  the  black  list  before  my  sight, 

While  I  remember  thou  hast  died; 
7 T would  only  urge  my  speedier  flight 

To  seek  salvation  at  thy  side- 
Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  cast  me  clown, 

To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear, 
And,  if  thou  spurn  me  from  thy  throne, 

I'll  be  the  first  who  perished  there. 

Windham.  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Backslider . 

I  LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light, 
I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death. 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 

Was  light  aud  easy  to  be  borne  ; 
Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke, 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn. 

3  I  dreamed  of  bliss  in  pleasure's  bowers, 

While  pillowing  roses  stayed  my  head  ; 
But  serpents  hissed  among  the  bowers  ; 
I  woke,  and  thorns  were  all  my  bed. 

4  In  riches  when  I  sought  for  joy, 

And  placed  in  sordid  gains  my  trust, 
I  found  that  gold  was  all  alloy, 

And  worldly  treasure  fleeting  dust. 

5  Heart-broken,  friendless,  poor,  cast  down, 

Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly, 
Almighty  vengeance,  from  thy  frown? 
Eternal  justice,  from  thine  eye  ? 

6  Lo,  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 

My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace  ; 
The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face. 
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PENITENCE. 

7  My  suffering,  slain,  and  risen  Lord, 

In  sore  distress  I  turn  to  thee  ; 
I  claim  acceptance  on  thy  word  ; 
My  God,  my  God,  forsake  not  me  I 

8  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 

I  dare  not,  if  I  would,  degpair  ; 
None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet, 
And  I  will  lie  for  ever  there. 

OAO      Lischer.  4  6s  &  2  8s.  Jane  Taylok. 

OU/0  Parting  with  the    World. 

COME,  my  fond  fluttering  heart, 
Come,  struggle  to  be  free  ; 
Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 

However  hard  it  be  ; 
My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just, 
But  cleaves  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets,  forbear, 

Ye  dearest  idols,  fall ; 
My  love  you  must  not  share, 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all ; 
'Tis  bitter  pain,  'tis  cruel  smart, 
But,  ah,  thou  must  consent,  my  heart. 

3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng, 

Ye  golden  dreams,  farewell ; 
Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 

And  now  I  break  the  spell ; 
Ye  cherished  joys  of  early  years — 
Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

4  But  must  I  part  with  all  ? 

My  heart  still  fondly  pleads  ; 
Yes,  Dagon's  self  must  fall — 

It  beats,  it  throbs,  it  bleeds  ; 
Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead  found 
To  soothe  and  heal  the  smarting  wound? 
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303 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

0  yes,  there  is  a  balm, 

A  kind  Physician  there, 
My  fevered  mind  to  calm, 

To  bid  me  not  despair  ; 
Aid  me,  dear  Saviour,  set  me  free, 
And  I  will  all  resign  to  thee. 

0  may  I  feel  thy  worth, 
And  let  no  idol  dare, 

No  vanity  of  earth, 

With  thee,  my  Lord,  compare  ; 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 

Bangor.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Where  shall  I  appear  ? 

TEEKIBLE  thought !  shall  I  alone, 
Who  may  be  saved,  shall  I, 
Of  all,  alas,  whom  I  have  known, 
Through  sin  for  ever  die  ? 

While  all  my  old  companions  dear, 

With  whom  I  once  did  live, 
Joyful  at  God's  right  hand  appear, 

A  blessing  to  receive. 

Shall  I,  amidst  a  ghastly  band, 
Dragged  to  the  judgment  seat, 

Far  on  the  left  with  horror  stand, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meet? 

Ah,  no — I  still  may  turn  and  live, 

For  still  his  wrath  delays  ; 
He  now  vouchsafes  a  kind  reprieve, 

And  offers  me  his  grace. 

1  will  accept  his  offers  now, 

From  every  sin  depart, 
Perform  my  oft-repeated  vow, 
And  render  him  my  heart. 
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PENITENCE. 

6  I  will  improve  what  I  receive, 

The  grace  through  Jesus  given, 
Sure,  if  with  God  on  earth  I  live, 
To  live  with  God  in  heaven. 

iBalerma.  C.  M.  Rippon. 

Leaving  all  to  follow  Jesus. 

AND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
This  is  my  joy,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go — one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair. 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  while  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'll  glory  in  my  gain. 


305 


Ash  ford.  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  world  renounced. 

DEAD  be  my  heart  to  all  below, 
To  mortal  joys  and  mortal  cares  ; 
To  sensual  bliss,  that  charms  us  so, 
Be  dark,  mine  eyes,  and  deaf,  my  ears. 

Lord,  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 
Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize  ; 

Their  paradise  will  never  waste 

One  thought  of  mine,  but  to  despise. 

s  213 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

3  All  earthly  joys  are  overweighed 

With  mountains  of  vexatious  care  ; 
And  w  here's  the  sweet  that  is  not  laid 
A  bait  to  some  destructive  snare  ? 

4  Come,  heaven,  and  fill  my  vast  desires, 

My  soul  pursues  the  sovereign  good, 
She  was  all  made  of  heavenly  fires, 
Nor  can  she  live  on  meaner  food. 


306 


Boylston.  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Rest  for  the  soul. 

\VHEEE  shall  rest  be  found, 


o 


■7 

Eest  for  the  wearv  soul  ! 


'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

5  Lord,  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 
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PEXITEXCE. 


6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest ; — 
Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love — the  rest 
Of  immortality. 


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308 


Orford.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley, 

Self -despair — hope  in  Christ. 

LORD,  I  despair  myself  to  heal, 
I  see  my  sin,  but  cannot  feel ; 
I  cannot  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  the  obedient  waters  flow. 

'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give  ; 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive  ; 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign  ; 
To  draw.,  redeem,  and  seal — is  thine. 

With  simple  faith  on  thee  I  call, 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all ; 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool, 
I  wait  the  word  that  speaks  me  whole. 

Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  cure, 
Make  my  infected  nature  pure  ; 
Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  impart, 
And  pour  thy  love  into  my  heart ! 

Paradise.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Longing  for  Relief. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
No  other  help  I  know  ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

What  did  thy  only  son  endure 

Before  I  drew  my  breath, 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 

My  soul  from  endless  death  ? 

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309 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

0  Jesus,  could  I  this  "believe, 

I  now  should  feel  thy  power  ; 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  relieve 

In  this  the  accepted  hour. 

Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 
0  let  me  now  receive  that  gift — 

My  soul  without  it  dies. 
Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die — 

0  speak,  and  I  shall  live  ; 
For  here  I  will  unwearied  lie 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 
How  would  my  fainting  soul  rejoice 

Could  I  but  see  thy  face  ; 
Now  let  me  hear  thy  quick' ning  voice, 

And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Henry.  C.  M.  C  Wesley. 

The  Mourner's  Cry. 

GOD  is  in  this  and  every  place, 
But  0,  how  dark  and  void 
To  me  ! — 'tis  one  great  wilderness, 
This  world,  without  my  God. 

Empty  of  him,  who  all  things  fills, 

Till  he  his  light  impart, 
Till  he  his  glorious  self  reveal, 

The  veil  is  on  my  heart. 

0  thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 
Pity  my  helpless  unbelief, 

And  take  away  the  stone. 

Eegard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 
The  long-sought  blessing  give, 

And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live. 
216 


PENITENCE. 

5  Now,  Jesus,  now  the  Father's  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
The  middle  wall  of  sin  remove, 
And  let  me  in  to  God. 


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311 


Clark.  6  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

Liv 1 1 ig  fa ith  desired . 

FATHER  of  Jesus  Christ,  the  Just, 
My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  thee, 
Pity  a  soul  that  fain  would  trust 

In  him  who  lived  and  died  for  me  ; 
But  only  thou  canst  make  him  known, 
And  in  my  heart  reveal  thy  Son. 

If,  drawn  by  thy  alluring  grace, 
My  want  of  living  faith  I  feel, 

Show  me  in  Christ  thy  smiling  face, 
What  flesh  and  blood  can  ne'er  reveal, 

Thine  all-redeeming  Son  display, 

And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 

Command  the  light  of  faith  to  shine, 

To  shine  in  my  dark,  drooping  heart, 
And  fill  me  with  the  life  divine  ; 

Now  bid  the  new  creation  be, 

0  God,  let  there  be  faith  in  me  ! 

Arlington.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Faith  besought. 

THOU  hidden  God,  for  whom  I  groan, 
Till  thou  thyself  declare, 
God,  inaccessible,  unknown, 

Regard  a  sinner's  prayer — 
A  sinner  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

Unpurged  and  unforgiven, 
Far  distant  from  the  living  God, 
As  far  as  hell  from  heaven. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

An  unregenerate  child  of  man, 

To  thee  for  faith  I  call ; 
Pity  thy  fallen  creature's  pain, 

And  raise  me  from  my  fall ; 
The  darkness,  which  through  thee  I  feel, 

Thou  only  canst  remove  ; 
Thy  own  eternal  power  reveal, 

Thy  Deity  of  love. 
Thou  hast  in  unbelief  shut  up, 

That  grace  may  let  me. go  ; 
In  hope  believing  against  hope, 

I  wait  the  truth  to  know. 
Thou  wilt  in  me  reveal  thy  name, 

Thou  wilt  thy  light  afford  ; 
Bound  and  oppressed,  yet  thine  I  am, 

The  prisoner  of  the  Lord. 

I  would  not  to  thy  foe  submit, 

I  hate  the  tyrant's  chain  ; 
Send  forth  the  prisoner  from  the  pit, 

Nor  let  me  cry  in  vain. 
Show  me  the  blood  that  bought  my  peace, 

The  covenant  blood  apply, 
And  all  my  grief  at  once  shall  cease, 

And  all  my  sins  shall  die. 
Now,  Lord,  if  thou  art  power,  descend, 

The  mountain  sin  remove  ; 
My  unbelief  and  troubles  end, 

If  thou  art  truth  and  love. 
Speak,  Jesus,  speak  unto  my  heart, 

What  thou  for  me  hast  done  ; 
One  grain  of  living  faith  impart, 

And  God  is  all  my  own  ! 
Albion.  C.  M.  Moore. 

God  a  Refuge  in  time  of  soirow. 

OTHOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  pierced  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 
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2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live. 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown  ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  Oh  !  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-branch  from  above. 

4  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray, — 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


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Shirland.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Exercise  of  Faith. 

AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint? 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 

And  pour  out  my  complaint? 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay  ! 

What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  which  I  cannot  part, 
Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take 

Possession  of  my  heart  ? 
Some  cursed  thing  unknown 

Must  surely  lurk  within, 
Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own, 

Some  secret  bosom-sin. 

Jesus,  the  hindrance  show, 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see, 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 

What  keeps  me  out  of  thee. 
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4  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
The  trying  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corners  shine. 
And  take  the  veil  away. 


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Coventry.  C.  M-  C.  Wesley, 

Forgiveness  sought. 

OTHAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
Who  did  the  world  redeem, 
Who  gave  his  life  that  I  might  live 
A  life  concealed  in  him. 

2  0  that  I  could  the  blessing  prove, 

My  heart's  extreme  desire, 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire. 

3  Mercy  I  ask  to  seal  my  peace, 

That,  kept  by  mercy's  power, 
I  may  from  every  evil  cease, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  he, 

E'en  now  my  sins  remove, 
And  set  my  soul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  answer  to  ten  thousand  prayers, 

Thou  pardoning  God,  descend  ; 
Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs, 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 

6  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven, 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  applied, 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 
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PENITENCE. 

qik   Welton  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

O  *■  ^  Load  of  Guilt  bewailed. 

THOU  Man  of  griefs  remember  me, 
Who  never  canst  thyself  forget 
Thy  last  mysterious  agony, 

Thy  fainting  pangs  and  Moody  sweat  ; 

2  When,  wrestling  in  the  strength  of  prayer, 

Thy  Spirit  sunk  beneath  its  load, 
Thy  feeble  flesh  abhorred  to  bear 
The  wrath  of  an  almighty  God. 

3  Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  so, 

Regard  my  fearful  heart's  desire  ; 
Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  sins  expire. 

4  I  tremble  lest  the  wrath  divine, 

Which  bruises  now  my  sinful  soul, 
Should  bruise  this  wretched  soul  of  mine 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

5  To  thee  my  last  distress  I  bring  ; 

The  heightened  fear  of  death  I  find  : 
The  tyrant,  brandishing  his  sting, 
Appears,  and  hell  is  close  behind. 

6  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endless  banishment  from  thee  ; 
0  save,  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 

Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me. 


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Rockingham.  L.  M.  Watts. 

"Cast  me  not  away  from  thy  presence" 

OTHOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight ; 
Thy  saving  strength,  0  Lord,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  e}re, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways, 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

0  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

Limehouse.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Earnest  Supplications. 

QHOW  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive, 
O  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 
My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 
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PENITENCE. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hopes,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


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Stirling.  L    M.  C.  Wesley. 

Lift  thou  up  the  light  of  thy  countenance. 

WHEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 
The  fullness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
The  seal  of  thy  eternal  love? 

A  poor  blind  child,  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near  ; 
0  dark,  dark,  dark  !  I  still  must  say, 
Amid  the  blaze  of  gospel-day. 
Thee,  only  thee  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind  ; 
Thou,  only  thou  to  me  be  given, 
Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 
Whom  man  forsakes,  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
Ready  the  outcasts  to  receive, 
Though  all  my  sinfulness  I  own, 
And  all  my  faults  to  thee  are  known, 
Ah,  wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt? 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wise  cast  me  out, 
A  helpless  soul  that  comes  to  thee, 
With  only  sin  and  misery. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

6  Lord,  I  am  sick — my  sickness  cure  ; 
I  want — do  thou  enrich  the  poor  ; 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  stoop — 
0  lift  the  abject  sinner  up. 

7  Lord,  I  am  blind — he  thou  my  sight ; 
Lord,  I  am  weak — he  thou  my  might ; 

■A  helper  of  the  helpless  he, 
And  let  me  rind  my  all  in  thee. 

r>irv      Windham.  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

"  Athirstfor  God." 
THIRST,  thou  wounded  lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood, 
To  dwell  within  thy  wounds — then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
For  ever  closed  to  all  but  thee  ; 
Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close-sheltered  in  thy  bleeding  side, 
Who  life  and  strength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quickening  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Thou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move — 
0  wondrous  grace  !   0  boundless  love  ! 

5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
That  thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring, 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Decked  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow, 
Our  words  are  lost,  nor  will  we  know 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  beside — 
"  My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified." 

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PENITENCE. 

All,  Lord,  enlarge  our  scanty  thought. 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  hast  wrought ; 
Unloose  our  stammering  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love,  immense,  unsearchable. 

First-born  of  many  brethren,  thou, 
To  thee,  lo,  all  our  souls  we  bow  ; 
To  thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give, 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live. 

Brighton.  6  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

Returning  to  the  Ark, 

JESUS,  in  whom  the  weary  find 
Their  late,  but  permanent  repose, 
Physician  of  the  sin-sick  mind, 

Relieve  my  wants,  assuage  my  woes, 
And  let  my  soul  on  thee  be  cast, 
Till  life's  fierce  tyranny  be  past. 

Loosed  from  my  God,  and  far  removed, 
Long  have  I  wandered  to  and  fro, 

0?er  earth  in  endless  circles  roved, 
Nor  found  whereon  to  rest  below  ; 

Back  to  my  God  at  last  I  fly, 

For,  oh,  the  waters  still  are  high. 

Selfish  pursuits,  and  nature's  maze, 
The  things  of  earth,  for  thee,  I  leave  ; 

Put  forth  thy  hand,  thy  hand  of  grace, 
Into  the  ark  of  love  receive  ; 

Take  this  poor  fluttering  soul  to  rest, 

And  lodge  it,  Saviour,  in  thy  breast. 

[  Fill  with  inviolable  peace, 

Stablish  and  keep  my  settled  heart ; 
In  thee  may  all  my  wanderings  cease, 

From  thee  no  more  may  I  depart  ; 
Thy  utmost  goodness  called  to  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  love  ! 
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322 


CHRISTIAN"   EXPERIENCE. 

Fcnburn.  S.  M.  Bsman. 

The  Refuge. 

JESUS  !  I  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  doomed  to  die  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  cross, 
Here  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 

Can  mercy  reach  my  case, 

And  all  my  sins  remove  ? 
Break,  0  my  God  !  this  heart  of  stone, 

And  melt  it  by  thy  love. 

Too  long  my  sonl  has  gone 

Far  from  my  God  astray  ; 
I've  sported  on  the  "brink  of  hell, 

In  sin's  delusive  way. 

But,  Lord  !  my  heart  is  fixed, 

I  hope  in  thee  alone  ; 
Break  off  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 

And  hind  me  to  thy  throne. 

Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 
Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears  ; 

Oh  !  send  thy  blessed  Spirit  down 
To  banish  all  my  fears. 

Then  shall  my  soul  arise, 

From  sin  and  Satan  free  ; 
Redeemed  from  hell  and  every  foe, 

I'll  trust  alone  in  thee. 

Hebron.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Deprecating  the  withdrawal  of  the  Spirit. 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
]STor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Xor  take  thy  everlasting  flight. 
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PENITENCE . 

2  Though  I  have  steeled  my  stubborn  heart, 

.And  still  shook  off  rny  guilty  fears, 
And  vexed  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years; 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved 

4  Yet,  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest, 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 

T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

5  This  only  woe  I  deprecate, 

This  only  plague  I  pray  remove  ; 
Nor  leave  me  in  my  lost  estate. 

Nor  curse  me  with  this  want  of  love. 

6  Now,  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

QQQ   Since«%-  7s-  C.  Wesley. 

V&V  Depth  of  Mercy. 

DEPTH  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear, 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face, 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare, 
Cries,  "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 

Shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands  ; 
God  is  love — I  know,  I  feel 
Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  stilL 

5  Jesus,  answer  from  above, 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget, 
SuiFer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet  ? 

6  Now  incline  me  to  repent, 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament, 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

Holman.  CM.  Steele. 

Sense  of  Ingratitude. 

DEAK  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall, 

And  hide  this  wretched  face. 
Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid? 

Ah,  viley  ungrateful  heart  I 
By  earth's  low  cares  detained,  betrayed 

From  Jesus  to  depart  ; — 
From  Jesus,  who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace,  and  rest : 
When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 

Unsatisfied,  unblest. 
But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores  : 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 

The  pardon  it  implores. 
Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 

With  pity  in  thine  eye. 
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6  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet, 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
And,  grateful,  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Is  thy  forgiving  grace. 


Wilmot.  7s.  Raffles. 

Confession  and  Entreaty. 

SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all. 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall  ; 
Hear,  oh  !  hear  my  earnest  cnr, 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, — 
Chief  of  sinners  I  have  been  ; 
Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

Justly  might  thy  righteous  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart ; 
Justly  might  thine  angry  breath 
Blast  me  in  eternal  death. 


4  But  with  thee  there's  mercy  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound  : 
Soothe,  oh  !  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 

Heard.  C.  M.  Stennett. 

Entreaty. 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 
A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward,  to  thy  mercy-seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Let  not  thy  justice  frown  me  hence  ; 
Oh  !   stay  the  vengeful  storm  ; 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  could  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should,  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Then  justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Accomac.  L.  M.  Hart. 

Hardness  of  Heart  lamented. 

OFOK  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away, 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine  ! 

2  The  rocks  can  rend  ;  the  earth  can  quake  ; 
The  seas  can  roar  ;  the  mountains  shake  ; 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
0  Lord,  an  adamant  might  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 

And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments,  too,  which  devils  fear, 
Amazing  thought  !  unmov'd  I  hear  : 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  Eternal  Spirit !  mighty  God  ! 
Apply  to  me  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
'Tis  his  rich  blood,  and  his  alone, 
Can  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  stone. 

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PENITENCE. 

3     Coventry.  C.  M.  Cowper. 

The  Contrite  Iltart. 

I^HE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
.    On  contrite  hearts  bestow  : 
Then  tell  rne,  gracious  God  !  is  mine 
A.  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  hut  seem  to  hear  in  vain., 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  rind  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclined 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 
But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer  ; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  0  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache, 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And,  if  it  be  not  broken,  break — 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

-v      Sbirland.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

J  The  Hea. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  feeble  creature's  cry, 
And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  friend, 
And  set  me  up  on  high. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

From  hell's  oppressive  power 

My  struggling  soul  release, 
And«to  thy  Father's  grace  restore. 

And. to  thy  perfect  peace. 
Eivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,  their  fountain,  flow  ; 
And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine, 

The  joy  of  angels  know. 

That  thou  canst  here  forgive, 

Grant  me  to  testily  ; 
And,  justified  by  faith,  to  live, 

And  in  that  faith  to  die. 

Accomac.  L.  Bl.  C.  Wesley. 

Mourning  on  account  of  Sin. 

OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
0  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  clown, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

When  shall  mine  eyes  behold  the  lamb? 

The  God  of  my  salvation  see? 
Weary,  0  Lord,  thou  know'st  I  am, 

Yet  still  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

Kest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 

The  cross,  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
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PENITENCE . 

6  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

T  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Xor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear  ! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

.      Heber.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

■  Pleading  the  Promises. 

1/TEECY  alone  can  meet  my  case, 
JL  For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry  : 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  show  thy  face 
In  mercy,  or  I  die  :— 

2  I  perish,  and  my  doom  were  just ; 

But  wilt  thou  leave  me  ?— No  : 
I  hold  thee  fast,  my  hope,  my  trust  : 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

3  Still  sure  to  me  thy  promise  stands, 

And  ever  must  abide  ; 
Behold  it  written  on  thy  hands. 
And  graven  in  thy  side. 

4  To  this,  this  only  will  I  cleave  ; 

Thy  word  is  all  my  plea  : 
That  word  is  truth,  and  I  belike  ; 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me. 


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Zerah.  C  &t.  C.  Wesley. 

Prisoner  of  It  ope. 

LET  the  redeemed  give  thanks  and  praise 
To  a  forgiving  Go  1  : 
My  feeble  voice  I  cannot  raise, 
Till  washed  in  Jesus'  blood  : — 
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2  Till,  at  thy  coming  from  above, 

My  mountain  sin  depart, 
And  fear  give  place  to  filial  love, 
And  peace  o'er  flow  my  heart. 

3  Prisoner  of  hope,  I  still  attend 

The  appearance  of  my  Lord, 
These  endless  doubts  and  fears  to  end, 
And  speak  my  soul  restored, — 

4  Kestored  by  reconciling  grace, 

With  present  pardon  blest ; 
And  fitted  by  true  holiness 
For  my  eternal  rest. 

5  The  peace  which  man  can  ne'er  conceive, 

The  love  and  joy  unknown, 
Now,  Father,  to  thy  servant  give, 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 

6  My  God,  in  Jesus  pacified, 

My  God,  thyself  declare  ; 
And  draw  me  to  his  open  side, 
And  j)lunge  the  sinner  there. 

^     Holman.  C.  M.  Newton. 

■J  The  Soul  casting  itself  on  Christ. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  »one  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigli ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
Fightings  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 
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PENITENCE. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  Jesus  died. 

5  Oh  !  wondrous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  rebels,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 

aqj    Effingham.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

U04     .      *  The  onhj  Plea, 

JESUS,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  : 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin  : 
Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul ; 

'Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole  ; 
Dark,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
And  lost,  I  am,  till  thou  art  mine. 

3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 

That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee  : 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign  ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 

4  What  shall  I  say  thy  grace  to  move? 
Lord,  I  am  sin, — but  thou  art  love  : 

I  give  up  every  plea  beside, — 
Lord,  I  am  lost — but  thou  hast  died. 

w    Boylston.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Lying  at  the  Cross. 

FATHEK,  I  dare  believe 
Thee  merciful  and  true  ; 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 
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2  Come,  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean, 
An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart, 

But  by  believing  thee, 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  spotless  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 

Jesus,  the  grace  bestow  ; 
Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  snow. 


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Rowley.  P.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Happy ! 

HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 

Tongue  cannot  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

That  comfort  was  mine 

When  the  favor  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 

When  my  heart  it  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name. 

'Twas  a  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 
The  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat,, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 
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JUSTIFICATION   BY    FAITH. 

Jesus,  «dl  the  day  long, 

Was  my  joy  and  my  song  : 
0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffered  and  died 
To  redeem  such  a  rehel  as  me. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love 

I  was  carried  above 
All  sin  and  temptation  and  pain  : 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

I  rode  on  the  sky, 

Freely  justified  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat ; 

My  soul  mounted  higher, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon — it  was  under  my  feet. 

0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which.  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ; 
Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 

1  was  perfectly  blest, 

As  if  filled  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

Silver  Street.  S.  If.  Beddome. 

Faith,  a  precious  grace. 

FAITH,  'tis  a  precious  grace, 
Where'er  it  is  bestowed  ; 
It  boasts  a  high  celestial  birth, 
And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 

And  all-atoning  Priest ; 
It  claims  do  merit  of  its  own, 

But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

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3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul,  « 

When  filled  with  deep  distress  ; 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone. 

And  that  divinely  free, 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  work  this  faith  in  me. 


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Arlington.  CM.  Turner. 

11  The  evidence  of  things  not  seen." 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares  ; 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
•  Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live  : 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign, 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain  ; 

5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  Gocl. 
6^  There,  there  unshaken  would  I  rest 
Till  this  vile  body  dies. 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
At  once  to  glory  rise. 
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JUSTIFICATION    BY   FAITH. 

Howard.  CM.  Watts. 

"  The  substance  of  things  hoped  for." 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight ; 
It  pierces  through  the  veil  of  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousands  yet  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 

By  God's  almighty  word  ; 
We  know  the  heavens  and  earth  shall  fade. 
And  be  again  restored. 

4  Abra'm  obeyed  the  Lord's  command, 

From  his  own  country  driven  ; 
By  faith  he  sought  a  promised  land, 
But  found  his  rest  in  heaven. 

5  Thus  through  life's  pilgrimage  we  stray, 

The  promise  in  our  eye  ; 
Bv  faith  we  walk  the  narrow  way 
That  leads  to  joy  on  high. 


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Balerma,  C.  M.  Watts. 

Faith  must  be  operative. 

MISTAKEN  souls  !  that  dream  of  heaven, 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

Yain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 

'Tis  faith  that  works  hy  love, 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell, 

By  a  celestial  power  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

5  Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trust  his  grace  ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  still 
For  his  own  holiness. 

6  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 

He  makes  our  nature  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  seals  our  peace  with  G-od  ; 
Jesus,  and  his  salvation,  came 
By  water  and  by  blood. 

Shod.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Faith  inspires  joy  and  courage. 

J^IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

X    We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 

Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 
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So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command. 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God  ; 

His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along:  the  road. 


OIO    R°ckinoton-  L.  M.  C.Wesley. 

*J-±6j  Prayer  J or  increase  of  faith. 

A  UTHOR  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 
-LL   (Whose  spirit  breathes  the  active  flame, 
Faith,  like  its  Finisher  and  Lord, 
To-day  as  yesterday  the  same.) 

2  To  thee  our  humble  hearts  aspire, 

And  ask  the  gift  unspeakable  ; 
Increase  in  us  the  kindred  fire, 
In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfil. 

3  By  faith  we  know  thee  strong  to  save  : 

(Save  us,  a  present  Saviour  thou  !) 
Whatever  we  hope,  by  faith  we  have, 
Future  and  past  subsisting  now. 

4  To  him  that  in  thy  name  believes 

Eternal  life  with  thee  is  given  ; 
Into  himself  he  all  receives, 

Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense, 

Unseen  by  reason's  glimmering  ray, 
With  strong  commanding  evidence, 
Their  heavenly  origin  display. 

6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light — 

The  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly  ; 
Th'  invisible  appears  in  sight, 
And  God  is  seen  by  mortal  eye. 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Asylum.  7s,  6s  &  1  8.  C.  Wesley 

Determined  to  know  nothing  bat  Jesvs. 

VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good  ; 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  ! 
All  thy  pleasure  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

"lis  all  but  vanity  ; 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  victim  died  ! 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest  ; 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart  ; 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end  ! 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 
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JUSTIFICATION   BY    FAITH. 

Metodom.  7b,  6s  &  1  8.  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  died  to  save  the  chief  of  sinners. 

LET  the  world  their  virtue  boast. 
Their  works  of  righteousness  ; 
I,  a  wretch,  undone  and  lost, 
Am  freely  saved  by  grace  : 
Other  title  I  disclaim  ; 

This,  only  this,  is  all  my  plea, 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 
But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Happy  they  whose  joys  abound, 

Like  Jordan's  swelling  stream, 
Who  their  heaven  in  Christ  have  found, 

And  give  the  praise  to  him  ! 
Meanest  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  steps  1  at  a  distance  see  ; 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Heard.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Peace  in  believing. 

JESUS,  to  thee  I  now  can  fly, 
On  whom  my  help  is  laid  ; 
Oppressed  by  sin,  I  lift  my  eye, 
And  see  the  shadows  fade. 

2  Believing  on  my  Lord,  I  find- 

A  sure  and  present  aid  ; 
On  thee  alone  my  constant  mind 
Is  every  moment  stayed. 

3  Whate'er  in  me  seems  wise  or  good, 

Or  strong,  I  here  disclaim  ; 
I  wash  my  garments  in  the  blood 
Of  the  atoning  Lamb. 
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4  Jesus,  my  strength ,  my  life,  my  rest, 
On  thee  will  I  depend, 
Till  summoned  to  the  marriage-feast, 
When  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 

8mq    Dundee.  C.  31.  C.  Wesley. 

*^J  Drawing  near  in  faith. 

FATHER  of  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord, 
My  Saviour  and  my  Head, 
I  trust  in  thee,  whose  powerful  word 
Hath  raised  him  from  the  dead. 

2  Thou  know'st  for  my  offence  he  died, 

And  rose  again  for  me, 
Fully  and  freely  justified, 
That  I  might  live  to  thee. 

3  Eternal  life  to  all  mankind 

Thou  hast  in  Jesus  given  ; 
And  all  who  seek,  in  him  shall  find 
The  happiness  of  heaven. 

4  In  hope,  against  all  human  hope, 

Self-desperate,  I  believe  ; 
Thy  quick' ning  word  shall  raise  me  up, 
Thou  shalt  thy  Spirit  give. 

5  The  thing  surpasses  all  my  thought, 

But  faithful  is  my  Lord  ; 
Through  unbelief  I  stagger  not, 
For  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 

6  Faith,  mighty  faith,  the  promise  sees, 

And  looks  to  that  alone, 
Laughs  at  impossibilities, 

And  cries,  "  It  shall  be  done  !" 

7  To  thee  the  glory  of  thy  power 

And  faithfulness  I  give  ; 
I  shall  in  Christ,  at  that  glad  hour, 
And  Christ  in  me,  shall  live. 
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8  Obedient  faith,  that  waits  on  thee, 
Thou  never  wilt  reprove  ; 
But  thou  wilt  form  thy  Son  in  roe, 
And  perfect  me  in  love. 


Q/|7  LibertJ 
04  (         Wrei 


6  8s.  C.  Wesley 

Wrestling  Jacob — /  will  not  let  thee  go. 

COME,  0  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whorn  still  I  hold,  hut  cannot  see  ; 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee  : 
With  thee  all  night  1  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am  ; 

My  sin  and  misery  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name  ; 

Look  on  thy  hands  and  read  it  there  ; 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  ? 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free  ; 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold : 
Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

Liberty.  6  8s.  C.  "Wesley, 

When  lam  iceak,  then  am  I  strong. 

WILT  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
Thy  new,  unutterable  name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  thee,  tell  ; 
To  know  it  now  resolved  I  am  ; 
"Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 
And  murmur  to  contend  so  long? 

I  rise  superior  to  my  pain  : 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong  ! 

And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 

I  shall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 

Liberty.  6  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

Victorious  Prayer, 

YIELD  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 
But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak  ; 
Be  conquer' d  by  my  instant  prayer  : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 

'Tis  Love  !   'tis  Love  \  thou  diedst  for  me  ; 

I  he&r  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee  ; 

Pure,  universal  Love  thou  art ; 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, — 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  ;  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  thee  face  to  face  ; 

I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live  : 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, — 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  Friend  ; 

Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end  : 

Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 

Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
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v       Liberty.  6  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

'  Thy  name  is  Love. 

THE  Sun  of  righteousness  on  me 
Hath  risen  with  healing  in  his  wings  : 
Wither' d  my  nature's  strength  from  thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings  ; 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

2  Contented  now,  upon  my  thigh 

I  halt,  till  life's  short  journey  end  ; 
All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 

On  thee  alone  for  strength  depend : 
Nor  have  I  power  from  thee  to  move  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

3  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey  ; 

Hell,  earth  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercome  ; 
I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way, 

And,  as  a  bounding  hart,  fly  home, 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

■       Henry.  0.  M.  Neediiam. 

L  "Joy  in  heaven  over  one  sinner"  &c. 

OHOW  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 
When  but  one  sinner  turns. 
And,  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns. 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleased,  the  Father  sees,  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

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4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 
Bnt  kindle  with  new  fire  ; 
The  sinner  lost  is  found  !'J  they 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 


352 


cc 


Lanesville.  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Prodigil  made  welcome. 

WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Thro'  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
To  see  an  heir  of  glory  horn  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew, 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

Gerar.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Holy  Desires. 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer  : 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do, 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill  ; 
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A  soul  inured  to  pain. 

To  hardship,  grief  and  loss. 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain. 

The  consecrated  cross. 

I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eve, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Martyrdom.  CM.  Watts. 

Flying  to  Jesus. 

ALL  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceasing  praise, 
While  angels  live  to  know  thy  name, 
Or  men  to  feel  thy  grace. 

With  this  cold,  stony  heart  of  mine, 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 

To  he  renewed  by  thee. 

0  may  the  uncorrupted  seed 

Abide  and  reign  within. 
And  thy  life-giving  word  forbid 

My  new-born  soul  to  sin. 

Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne, 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 

To  form  my  heart  divine. 

There  shed  thy  promised  love  abroad, 
And  make  my  comfort  strong  ; 

Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God," 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

,kk      Oxford.  S.  M.  Watts. 

^^  "  We  shall  see  Him  as  he  is." 

BEHOLD,  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing 

That  we  should  he  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  well-beloved  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
"VVe  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  thy  throne  ; 
Our  faith  shall  uAbba,  Father,"  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


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Shhland.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Entire  Consecration. 

MOST  gracious  God,  reveal 
Thy  will  concerning  me  ; 
Whate'er  I  do,  whatever  I  feel, 
Be  sanctified  to  thee. 
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.      JUSTIFICATION   BY   FAITH . 

The  counsels  of  thy  love 

Be  on.-  my  heart  impressed  ; 
It  then  shall  at  thy  bidding  move, 

And  at  thy  bidding  re^:. 

While  thou  my  Leader  art, 

And  mak'st  me  thine  abode, 
I  find  the  witness  in  my  heart 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 

Father,  thy  will  be  done, 

To  thee  I  all  resign  ; 
The  sole  disposer  of  thy  own , 

Dispose  of  me  and  mine. 

At  thy  command  I  go, 

Or  quietly  attend, 
Till  all  my  care  and  toil  below 

In  rest  eternal  end. 

jlagdala.  S.  M.  Luth.  Col. 

Confidence  in  God. 
"1  |"Y  Father  !  cheering  name  ! 
!V1  0  may  I  call  thee  mine  ! 
G-ive  me  with  humble  hope  to  claim 

A  portion  so  divine. 
This  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  ; 
What  real  harm  can  reach  my  soul 

Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

Whatever  thy  will  denies, 

I  calmly  would  resign  : 
For  thou  art  just,  and  good3  and  wise  ; 

0  bend  my  will  to  thine.    ■ 

Whate'er  thy  will  ordains, 

0  give  me  strength  to  bear  : 
Still  let  me  know  a  Father  reigns, 

And  trust  a  Father's  care. 
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5  If  anguish  rend  this  frame, 

And  life  almost  depart, 
Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same, 
To  cheer  my  drooping  heart? 

6  Thy  ways  are  little  known 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  shall  my  soul,  believing,  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

7  My  Father  !  blissful  name  ! 

Beyond  expression  dear, 
If  thou  admit  my  humble  claim, 
I  bid  adieu  to  fear. 

Gerar.  S.  M.  G.  Wesley. 

Witness  of  the  Spirit: 

HOW  can  a  sinner  know 
His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ? 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show 
My  name  inscribed  in  heaven? 

What  we  have  felt  and  seen 

With  confidence  we  tell ; 
And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men 

The  signs  infallible. 

We  who  in  Christ  believe, 

That  he  for  us  hath  died, 
We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive. 

And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

Exults  our  rising  soul, 

Disburthened  of  her  load, 
And  swells  unutterably  full 

Of  glory  and  of  Ood. 

His  love,  surpassing  far 

The  love  of  all  beneath, 
We  find  within  our  hearts,  and  dare 

The  pointless  darts  of  death. 
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Stronger  than  death  or  hell 
The  sacred  power  we  prove  ; 

And,  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 


^      Wilmington.  CM.  Newton. 

*  Old  things  passed  avsoy. 

LET  carnal  minds  the  world  pursue  ; 
It  hath  no  charms  for  me  ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  fading  charms  no  longer  please, 

Xo  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Xow  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  hy  the  light  of  op'ning  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  hid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  Xow,  Lord,  1  would  he  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ! 

G  Yes,  though  of  sinners  I  am  worst, 
I  cannot  doubt  thy  will, 
For  if  thou  hadst  not  loved  me  first, 
I  had  refused  thee  still ! 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Portugal.  L.  M.  Cennick. 

The  way  to  Heaven. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fixed  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go — for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 

I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more — 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Loj  glad  I  come  !  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
"What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  li  Behold  the  way  to  God." 


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Bentley.  8s  &  7s.  Wingrove. 

Jesus  precious. 

HAIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus, 
Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing  : 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  prophet,  priest,  and  king. 
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2  Oil,  what  mercy  flows  from  heav'n, 

Ob ,  what  joy  and  hap  pine':-  ! 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcern 'd  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heav'n, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness  ! 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir  : 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above  ; 
While,  astonish' d,  I  admire 
•God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

6  That  bless'd  moment  I  received  him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


36^ 


Lanesville  L.  M.  Medley. 

The  loving-lcindness  of  the  Lord. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, — 
His  loving  kindness,  0  how  free  ! 

He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, — 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  great  ! 
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3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose  ; 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, — 

His  loving-kindness,  0  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather' d  thick  and  thunder' d  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, — 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart, 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 

0  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away' 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

Sessions.  L.  M.  Anon. 

Dependence  on  Christ. 

MY  hope,  my  all,  my. Saviour  thou, 
To  thee  my  soul  I  humbly  bow, 

1  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 
Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way ; 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day  ; 
In  all  my  acts  by  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near"  thy  side. 
Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  ! 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  ; 
And,  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

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JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power  ; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

5  My  suffering  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  ; 
My  ransom 'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

(\f)j\    Heber.  C.  M.  Newton, 

^Ut:  Amazing  grace. 

MAZING  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — ■ 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see, 

2  'Twas  grpce  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear,, 
And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 

"Pis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

I  shall  possess  within  the  veil 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

K      Uxbridge.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Prayer  for  the  Spirits  influences. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
On  whom  I  cast  my  ev'ry  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
Inspire  and  then  accept  my  prayer. 

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2  If  I  have  tasted  of  thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  sure  salvation  brings, 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  stays, 

And,  hov'ring,  hides  me  in  his  wings  ; — 

3  Still  let  him  with  my  weakness  stay, 

Nor  for  a  moment's  space  depart ; 
Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 

And  keep  till  he  renews  my  heart. 

4  When  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
"Return,  and  walk  in  Christ  thy  way, 
Fly  back  to  Christ,  for  sin  is  near." 

5  Jesus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 

From  nature's  ev'ry  path  retreat : 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
And  set  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 

6  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall ; 

0  reach  to  me  thy  gracious  hand : 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call ; 
Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  stand. 

^^p     New  Sabhath.         L.  M.  Watts. 

OIJU  Happiness  of  the  Saints. 

LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin  ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  with:. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 
And  soft  and- silent  as  the  shades 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  ; 
.     Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evening's  ray. 
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4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills, 

Where  groves  of  living  pleasures  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys, 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night; 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 


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Shoel.  L.  ML  Doddridge. 

The  Wise  Choice. 

0  HAPPY  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done, 

I  am  the  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart, 
With  him  of  every  good  possess'd. 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow,  renewed,  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Heard.  CM.  Newton. 

The  name  of  Jesus  sweet. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  wdiich  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus  !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king, 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  wray.  my  end, 
Accerjt  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  wrarmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath  : 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Kefresh  my  soul  in  death. 


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Siloam.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

A  Name  above  every  name. 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ;" 
Pain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 
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JUSTIFICATION   BY   FAITH. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ! 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  most  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  halm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care  ! 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last,  lab' ring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


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Zebulon.  4  6s  &  2  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  our  Sacrifice  and  Intercessor . 

ABISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace, 
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3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Keceived  on  Calvary  ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  ; 
Forgive  him,  0  forgive  I  they  cry, 
Nor  let  the  ransomed  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh. 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 


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COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 
Woodland.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Rest  from  Sin. 

LOKD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
To  all  thy  people  known, 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 

And  thou  art  loved  alone. 
A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above, 
Where  pride  and  unbelief  expire, 

Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 
0  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe  and  enter  in  ! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 
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372 


COMMUNION   WITH   GOD. 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'st  I  would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own  ; 
Thee,  0  my  all-sufficient  Good, 
I  want,  and  thee  alone. 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant — 

This,  only  this  be  given  ; 
Nothing  beside  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heaven. 

Hermon.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Entire  Sanctification. 

MY  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in  thine, 
And  all  renewed  I  am. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 

And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand, 
And  all  thy  goodness  know. 

3  Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fixed  in  God. 

4  0  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow, 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow. 

5  0  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume  ; 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call, 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 
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6  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 
Illuminate  niy  soul ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 


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374 


Martyrdom.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Prayer  for  Perfect  Love. 

0  JESUS,  at  thy  feet  we  wait, 
Till  thou  shalt  hid  us  rise, 
Restored  to  our  unsinning  state, 
To  love's  sweet  Paradise. 

Saviour  from  sin,  we  thee  receive  ; 

From  all  indwelling  sin 
Thy  blood,  we  steadfastly  believe, 

Shall  make  us  throughly  clean. 

Since  thou  wouldst  have  us  free  from  sin, 

And  pure  as  those  above, 
Make  haste  to  bring  thy  nature  in, 

And  perfect  us  in  love. 

The  counsel  of  thy  love  fulfil, 
Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  it  according  to  thy  will, 
According  to  thy  word. 

0  that  the  perfect  grace  were  given, 

The  love  diffused  abroad  ! 
0  that  our  hearts  were  all  a  heaven, 

For  ever  filled  with  God  ! 

Naomi.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  only  Plea. 

FOR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope  and  all  my  plea, 
"  For  me  the  Saviour  died." 
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COMMUNION   WITH  GOD. 

My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 

And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 
Wash  me  and  make  me  thus  thine  own  ! 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art  ! 
Wash  me,  hut  not  my  feet  alone, 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart ! 
The  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve, 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 

And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Devises.  .C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Inward  Purity. 

JESUS,  my  life,  thyself  apply, 
The  Holy  Spirit  breathe  ; 
My  vile  affections  crucify, 
Conform  me  to  thy  death. 

Conqu'ror  of  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin, 

Still  with  the  rebel  strive  ; 
Enter  my  soul,  and  work  within, 

And  kill,  and  make  alive. 

More  of  thy  life,  and  more,  I  have, 

As  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 
Bury  me,  Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 

That  I  with  thee  may  rise. 

Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  control ; 

Who  would  not  own  thy  sway? 
Diffuse  thine  image  through  my  soul, 

Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 

Scatter  the  last  remains  of  sin, 

And  seal  me  thine  abode  ; 
0  make  me  glorious  all  within, 

A  temple,  built  by  God  ! 

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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Wareham.  C.  U.  0.  Wesley. 

A  Pledge  of  Liberty. 

I  KNOW  that  my  Eedeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me  ; 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head, 

He  brings  salvation  near  ; 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be, — 

What  can  withstand  his  will? 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me 
He  surely  shall  fulfil ! 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word  ; 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

5  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

Of  Paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 
And  everlasting  rest. 


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Piety.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Longing  for  Purity. 

JESUS  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 
Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  spirit  one. 

Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 

The  gift  unspeakable, 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace, 

An,d  all  thy  love  to  feel. 
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3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire 

The  perfect  bliss  to  prove  ; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  be  dissolved  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyself!  from  every  boast, 

From  every  wish  set  free  ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 
But  give  thyself  to  me ! 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas,  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thyself  be  given  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  Paradise, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heaven  ! 


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Balerma.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

For  full  Salvation. 

I  ASK  the  gift  of  righteousness, 
The  sin-subduing  power, 
Power  to  believe,  and  go  in  peace, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  sealed, 

The  liberty  from  sin, 
The  grace  infused,  the  love  revealed, 

The  kingdom  fixed  within.      .  . 

Thou  hear'st  me  for  salvation  pray, 
Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire  ; 

Made  ready  in  thy  powerful  day, 
Thy  fulness  I  require. 

My  vehement  soul  cries  out  oppressed, 

Impatient  to  be  freed  ; 
Nor  can  I,  Lord,  nor  will  I  rest, 

Till  I. am  saved  indeed. 

Art  thou  not  able  to  convert, 

Art  thou  not  willing  too, 
To  change  this  old  rebellious  heart, 

To  conquer  and  renew  ? 

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6  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe  ; 
So  arm  me  with  thy  power, 
That  I  to  sin  shall  never  cleave, 
Shall  never  feel  it  more. 


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Antioch.  CM.  C  Wesley. 

Joy  in  the  prospect  of  Holiness. 

0  JOYFUL  sound  of  gospel  grace  ! 
Christ  shall  in  me  appear  ; 
I,  even  I  shall  see  his  face, 
I  shall  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness 

To  me  reached  out  I  view  ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize 
And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

3  The  promised  land  from  Pisgah's  top 

I  now  exult  to  see  ; 
My  hope  is  full,  0  glorious  hope  ! 
Of  immortality. 

4  He  visits  now  the  house  of  clay, 

He  shakes  his  future  home  ; 
0  wouldst  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
Into  thy  temple  come. 

5  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art ; 

But  this  cannot  suffice, 
Unless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 
A  constant  Paradise. 

6  Come,  0  my  God,  thyself  reveal, 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void  ; 
Thou  only  canst  my  spirit  fill — ■ 
Come,  0  my  God,  my  God. 
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COMMUNION   WITH   GOD. 

OOA     Gorliam.  4  8s  &  2  6s.  C.  Wesley. 

OOU  Hope  of  Perfect  Love. 

GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above, 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravished  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  fea^st 
With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below  : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favored  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest : 
There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  righteousness, 
And  keejjs  his  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlasting  rest. 

0  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  ; 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years, 
Sorrows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 


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A  howling  wilderness. 


Albion  CM.  Anon. 

Nearness  to  God. 

0  COULD  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day ; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
And  never  take  away. 

3  Oh,  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 
That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  hreath 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 


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Give.  C.  M.  Anon. 

"  To  whom  shall  we  go" 

TO  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 
If  I  depart  from  thee  ? 
My  guide  through  all  this  vale  of  woe, 
And  more  than  all  to  me. 

The  world  reject  thy  gentle  reign, 
And  pay  thy  death  with  scorn  ; 

Oh,  they  could  plat  thy  crown  again, 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 

But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 

To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above, — 
And  can  we  ever  part  ? 

Ah,  no,  with  thee  I'll  walk  below, 

My  journey  to  the  grave  ; 
To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 

When  only  thou  canst  save  ? 
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COMMUNION   WITH   GOD. 

Portland.  8  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

^  Longing  for  still  closer  communion. 

THOU  Shepherd  of  Israel,  and  mine, 
The  joy  and  desire  of  rny  heart, 
For  closer  communion  I  pine  ; 

I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art: 
The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all,  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 

And  screened  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

2  'Tis  there,  with  the  Lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  rest ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast : 
'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart, — 
Concealed  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

aqj      Coronation.  C.  M.  Watts. 

0(J-±  God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whispers — I  am  his  ! 

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4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Bun  up  with  joy  the  shining  way. 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

QY     Lanesville.  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

^JUt/  Entire  Consecration. 

COME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above, 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  0  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free, 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  pursue  ; 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glittering  snares  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  I'll  seek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine, 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul ; 
Possess  it,  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 
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COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

QO£     Alway.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

OOU  f]ie  unspeakable  love  of  Christ. 

JESUS,  thy  boundless  love  to  Hie 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare  ; 
0  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

2  0  grant  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dwell,  but  thy  pure  love  alone  ! 
0  may  thy  love  possess  me  whole, 
My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown. 

3  Unwearied,  may  I  this  pursue, 

Dauntless  to  this  high  prize  aspire  ; 
Hourly  within  my  soul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire. 

4  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way, 

How  wondrous  things  thy  love  has  wrought ! 
Still  lead  me,  lest  I  go  astray  ; 

Direct  my  word,  inspire  my  thought.     • 

5  In  suffering,  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weakness,  be  thy  love  mypoAver, 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Keceive  me  in  the  trying  hour. 


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Ames.  L.  M.  Francis. 

Happiness  in  the  salvation  of  God. 

TNDULGENT  God  !  to  thee  I  raise 
Jl  My  spirit  fraught  with  joy  and  praise  : 
Grateful  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
My  debt  of  mercy  there  to  own. 

Rivers  descending,  Lord  !  from  thee, 
Perpetual  glide  to  solace  me  : 
Their  varied  virtues  to  rehearse, 
Demands  an  everlasting  verse. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  And  yet  there  is,  beyond  the  rest, 
One  stream — the  widest  and  the  best — 
Salvation  !  Lo,  the  purple  flood 

Eolls  rich  with  my  [Redeemer's  blood. 

4  I  taste — delight  succeeds  to  woe  ; 
I  bathe — no  waters  cleanse  me  so  : 
Such  joy  and  purity  to  share, 

I  would  remain  enraptured  there. 

5  Till  death  shall  give  this  soul  to  know 
The  fullness  sought  in  vain  below — 
The  fullness  of  that  boundless  sea 
Whence  flowed  the  river  down  to  me. 

6  My  soul,  with  such  a  scene  in  view, 
Bids  mortal  joys  a  glad  adieu  ; 
Nor  dreads  a  few  chastising  woes 
Sent  with  such  love — so  soon  to  close. 

Chester.  C.  M.  Toplady. 

11  The  chiefest  among  ten  thousand." 

COMPAKED  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 
No  comeliness  I  see  ; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey  : 
Thyself  bestow  !  for  thee  alone, 

My  all  in  all,  I  pray. 

Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice, 

My  comfort  to  restore  : 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave ; 

And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 

Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

0  teach  me  to  resign  : 
I'm  rich  to  all  the  intents  of  bliss, 

If  thou,  0  God,  art  mine. 
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COMMUNION   WITH   GOD. 
Holraan.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 


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Behold  my  heart  and  see 


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"Louest  thou  me?" 
0  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord? 


And  turn  each  worthless  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  thrill 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame? 

6  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord, 

But,  oh,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

Qnn     ^aban.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

UUKJ  Groaning  for  deliverance. 

WHEN  shall  thy  love  constrain, 
And  force  me  to  thy  breast? 
When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  her  eternal  rest? 
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2  Ah  !  wh^t  avail  ray  strife, 

My  wand'ring  to  and  fro? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life. 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go  ? 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 

To  me  did  freely  move  ; 
It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 

I  groan  to  be  set  free  ; 
I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

Stonefield.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Longings  of  a- pious  soul. 

GKEAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

With  fainting  heart  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

Should  I  from  thee,  my  God,  remove, 
Life  would  no  lasting  bliss  afford  ; 

My  joy,  the  sense  of  pardoning  love, 
My  guard,  the  presence  of  my  Lord. 

Ill  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  ; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fill  the  circle  of  my  days. 
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COMMUNION   WITH   GOD. 

McKendree.         8s  &  7s.  Robinson 

Praise  for  Redeeming  Grice. 

SAVIOUK,  source  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  naming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it, 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I've  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  0  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


Ortonville.  CM.  Anon. 

Self -dedication. 

WELCOME,  0  Saviour  !  to  my  heart; 
Possess  thine  humble  throne  ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 

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The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake. 

To  thee  I  all  resign  ; 
My  longing  heart,  0  Jesus  !  take, 

And  fill  with  love  divine. 
Oh  !  may  I  never  turn  aside, 

Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee  ; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide, 


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I  give  it  all  to  thee. 
Rest.  L.  M.  Begin  both  am. 

Ashing  Divine  Consolation. 
QWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest  ! 
O  Come,  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

Come,  smiling  hope  !   and  joy  sincere  ! 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here  ; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine  ! 
Oh  !  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine  ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death  with  all  its  terrors  near, 
My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 

Ariel.  4  8s  &  2  ts.  J.  Wesley. 

*•  ^  A  Pilgrim  and  Sojourner  here. 

OW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ! 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 
From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ! 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 
He  only  sojourns  here. 
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COMMUNION   AVITH    GOD. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  saved  from  low  design, 

From  every  creature  love  ! 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  Unite  good, 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  ; 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair  ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ! 

3r\p     Fountain.  CM.  C  Wesley. 

A  Perfect  Heart. 

FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  that  always  feels  the  blood 

So  freely  spilt  for  me. 
A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 

Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 
0  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 

From  him  that  dwells  within. 
A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine. 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 

A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 
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0(Y7     01mutz-  s-  M'  C'  Wesley- 

OV  I  Self -consecration. 

LORD,  in  the  strength  of  grace, 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 
Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ransomed  servant,  I 

Restore  to  thee  thine  own  ; 
And  from  this  moment  live  or  die, 
To  serve  my  God  alone. 

OHO     Woodsfcock-  CM.  Watts. 

OvO  Love  the  chief. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train. 
And  perfects  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas,  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  swift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  gracious  God. 

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H' 


UVU  Ezekiel  xxxvi,  31,  32. 

OLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
I  wait  to  prove  thy  perfect  will  ; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word, 
And  stamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  seal. 

2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye, 

Display  thy  glory  from  above ; 
And  all  I  am  shall  sink  and  die, 
Lost  in  astonishment  and  love  ! 

3  Confound,  o'erpower  me  by  thy  grace, 

I  would  be  by  myself  abhorr'd  ; 

All  might,  all  majesty,  all  praise, 

All  glory  be  to  Christ  my  Lord  ! 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height, 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall; 
As  less  than  nothing  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  that  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

AC\C\     -^e^er-  C.  M.  Swaix. 

4UJ  .  Confidence. 

J^IRMLY  I  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
_     And  view  my  starry  crown  ; 
Xo  power  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake, 
Nor  hell  can  pull  me  down. 

2  The  lofty  hills  and  stately  towers 

That  lift  their  heads  on  high, 
Shall  all  be  leveled  in  the  dust — 
Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3  The  vaulted  heavens  shall  melt  away, 

Built  by  Jehovah  "s  hands  : 
But  firmer  than  the  heavens  the  Rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands. 
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Hebron.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"  In  all  thy  ways  acknowledge  Him." 

GOD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 
Through  various  deaths  my  soul  hath  led, 
Or  turned  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head  ; 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see  ; 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  "Whither,  0  whither  should  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast, 
Secure  within  thy  arms  to  fly, 

And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest  ? 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  thou,  0  Christ,  my  wisdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room, 

Enter  and  in  me  ever  stay  ; 
The  crooked  then  shall  straight  become, 
The  darkness  shall  be  lost  in  day. 


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Hingbam.  L.  M.  Beddome. 

Conformity  to  Christ. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  let  me  be 
More  perfectly  conformed  to  thee  ; 
Implant  each  grace,  each  sin  dethrone, 
And  form  my  temper  like  thine  own. 
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2  My  foe,  when  hungry,  let  me  feed, 
Share  in  his  grief,  supply  his  need  ; 
The  haughty  frown  may  I  not  fear, 
But  with  a  lowly  meekness  hear. 

3  Let  the  envenomed  heart  and  tongue, 
The  hand  outstretched  to  do  me  wrong, 
Excite  no  feelings  in  my  hreast 

But  such  as  Jesus  once  expressed. 

4  To  others  let  me  always  give 
What  I  from  others  would  receive, 
Good  deeds  for  evil  ones  return, 

Nor,  when  provoked,  with  anger  hum. 

5  This  will  proclaim  how  "bright  and  fair 
The  precepts  of  the  Gospel  are  ; 

And  God  himself,  the  God  of  love, 
His  own  resemhlance  will  approve. 

A  HO     Sessions.  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

^■\JtJ  Longing  to  be  like  Christ. 

THOU  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace, 
0  make  me  in  thy  likeness  shine  ! 

2  With  fraudless,  even,  humble  mind, 

Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  see ; 
In  love  be  every  wish  resigned, 

AncLhallowed  my  whole  heart  to  thee. 

3  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flesh  prevails, 

With  lamb-like  patience  arm  my  breast ; 
When  grief  my  wounded  soul  assails, 
In  lowly  meekness  may  I  rest. 

4  Close  by  thy  side  still  may  I  keep, 

Howe'er  life's  various  current  flow  ; 
With  steadfast  eye  mark  every  step, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Thou  Lord  the  dreadful  fight  hast  won, 
Alone  thou  hast  the  wine-press  trod  ; 
In  me  thy  strengthening  grace  be  shown, 

0  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood. 

So,  when  on  Zion  thou  shalt  stand, 

And  all  heaven's  host  adore  their  King, 

Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
And,  free  from  pain,  thy  glories  sing. 

Martyrdom.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  hope  of  our  high  catting. 

WHAT  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope  , 
But  inward  holiness  ? 
For  this  to  Jesus  I  look  up  ; 

1  calmly  wait  for  this. 

I  wait  till  he  shall  touch  me  clean,  — 

Shall  life  and  power  impart  ; 
Give  me  the  faith  that  casts  out  sin, 

And  purifies  the  heart. 

This  is  the  dear  redeeming  grace, 

For  every  sinner  free  ; 
Surely  it  shall  on  me  take  place, 

The  chief  of  sinners, — me. 

From  all  iniquity,  from  all, 

He  shall  my  soul  redeem  : 
In  Jesus  I  believe,  and  shall 

Believe  myself  to  him. 

When  Jesus  makes  my  heart  his  home, 

My  sin  shall  all  depart  ; 
And,  lo  !   he  saith,  I  quickly  come, 

To  fill  and  rule  thy  heart. 

Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ; 

Kedeem  me  from  all  sin  ; 
My  heart  would  now  receive  thee,  Lord  ; 

Come  in,  my  Lord,  come  in  ! 

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COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

Welton.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Claiming  the  Promise. 

GOD  of  all  power,  and  truth,  and  grace, 
Which  shall  from  age  to  age  endure  ; 
Whose  word,   when   heaven  and  earth  shall 
pass, 
Remains,  and  stands  for  ever  sure  : 

2  That  I  thy  mercy  may  proclaim, 

That  all  mankind  thy  truth  may  see, 
Hallow  thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 

3  Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart, 

From  doubt,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free  ; 
The  mind  which,  was  in  Christ  impart, 
And  let  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

4  0  that  I  now,  from  sin  released, 

Thy  word  may  to  the  utmost  prove  ; 
Enter  into  the  promised  rest, —      • 
The  Canaan  of  thy  perfect  love. 

AC\f*     ^ove  Divine.  8s  &  7s.  C.Wesley. 

4UU  Perfect  Love. 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  ; 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2   Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave  : 
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Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 
Pray  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee, — 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

Ozrem.  S.  M.  Kent. 

It  shall  be  well  with  the  righteous. 

WHAT  cheering  words  are  these  ! 
Their  sweetness  who  can  tell  ? 
In  time  and  to  eternity, 

'Tis  with  the  righteous  well. 

In  every  state  secure, 

Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye  ; 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 

And  well  when  called  to  die. 

'Tis  well  when  joys  arise  ; 

'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow  ; 
'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

And  strong  temptations  blow. 

'Tis  well  when  at  his  throne 

They  wrestle,  weep,  and  pray, 
'Tis  well  when  at  his  feet  they  groan, 

Though  grieved  at  his  delay. 

'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls, 

u  From  earth  and  sin  arise, 
Join  with  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 

Made  to  salvation  wise." 
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4  HO     0livet-  k.  M.  J.  F.  Oberlin. 

4UO  Christian  Stability. 

LORD,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 

Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be 

To  dedicate  myself  to  thee. 

2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy  ; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  he, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee. 

3  Thy  glorious  eye  pervadeth  space  ; 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  fills  every  place  ; 
And,  wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  he, 
Still  shall  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  spreading  wing, 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

\C\C\     Melk°urn-  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

j&JV  Soul  and  body  dedicated  to  the  Lord. 

LET  him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 
His  sov'reign  right  assert ; 
And  take  up  every  thankful  song, 
And  every  loving  heart. 

2  He  justly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price  : 
The  Christian  lives  to  Christ  alone  ; 
To  Christ  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jesus,  thine  own  at  last  receive  ; 

Fulfil  our  hearts'  desire  ; 

And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 

And  in  thy  cause  expire. 

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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

4  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign  ; 
With  joy  we  render  thee 
Our  all, — no  longer  ours  hut  thine 
To  all  eternity. 

Aravesta.  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

God's  care  for  his  people  desired. 

GOD  of  love,  that  hear'st  the  prayer, 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care  ; 
Who  on  thee  alone  depend, 
Love  us,  save  us  to  the  end. 

2  Save  us  in  the  prosperous  hour, 
From  the  flattering  tempter's  power, 
From  his  unsuspected  wiles, 

From  the  world's  pernicious  smiles. 

3  Cut  off  our  dependence  vain 
On  the  help  of  feeble  man  ; 
Every  arm  of  flesh  remove, 
Stay  us  on  thy  only  love. 

4  Men  of  worldly,  low  design, 
Let  not  these  thy  people  join, 
Poison  our  simplicity, 

Drag  us  from  our  trust  in  thee. 

5  Save  us  from  the  great  and  wise, 
Till  they  sink  in  their  own  eyes, 
Tamely  to  thy  yoke  submit, 
Lay  their  honor  at  thy  feet. 

6  Never  let  the  world  break  in. 
Fix  a  mighty  gulf  between  : 
Keep  us  little  and  unknown, 
Prized  and  loved  by  God  alone. 

7  Let  us  still  to  thee  look  up, 

Tiiee,  thy  Israel's  strength  and  hope  : 
Ifothing  know  or  seek  beside 
Jesus,  and  him  crucified. 
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8  Far  above  all  earthly  things, 
Look  we  down  on  earthly  kings, 
Taste  our  glorious  liberty, 
Find  our  happiness  in  thee. 


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Hen  Ion.  7s.  Windham. 

Christ  our  all. 

CHRIST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground — 
Christ  the  spring  of  all  my  joy  ! 
Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found, 

Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  Let  thy  love  my  heart  inflame  ; 

Keep  thy  fear  before  my  sight ; 
Be  thy  praise  my  highest  aim  ; 
Be  thy  smile  my  chief  delight. 

3  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  : 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live  !  " 

4  Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound, 
Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 

Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. 

5  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll  ; 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 
Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul. 

6  Thus,  oh  !  thus  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 
Having  known  it  "  Christ  to  live/' 
Let  me  know  it  "  gain  to  die." 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Auburn.  8  8s.  Newton. 

The  presence  of  Jesus  the  joy  of  saints. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  swreet  flowers 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 
No  mortal  more  happy  than  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 
W^hile  blessed  with,  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  writh  me  there. 

My  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore  ! 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more  ! 

2^0 


413 


COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

Azmon.  C.  M.  Watts, 

God  my  all-sufficient  portion. 

MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  safe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things  : 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

4  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  cail'd  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

5  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 


414 


Benevento.  8  7s.  Toplady. 

Bliss  to  know  Jesus. 

OBJECT  of  my  first  desire, 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me, 
All  to  happiness  aspire, 

Only  to  be  found  in  thee  ; 
Thee  to  praise,  and  thee  to  know, 
Constitute  our  bliss  below  ; 
Thee  to  see,  and  thee  to  love, 
Constitute  our  bliss  above. 
291 


415 


416 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 

If  thy  presence  thou  deny  ; 
Lord,  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 

'Tis  no  longer  death  to  die  ; 
Source  and  Giver  of  repose, 
Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows  ; 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine, 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine. 

Whilst  I  feel  thy  love  to  me, 
Every  object  teems  with  joy  ; 

Here,  0  may  I  walk  with  thee, 
Then  into  thy  presence  die : 

Let  me  but  thyself  possess, 

Total  sum  of  happiness, 

Keal  bliss  I  then  shall  prove, 

Heaven  below  and  heaven  above. 
Meribah.  P.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Spirit  ual  w  isdom . 

BE  it  my  only  wisdom  here 
To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 
With  loving  gratitude  : 
Superior  sense  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 
0  may  I  still  from  sin  depart ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Jesus,  to  me  be  given  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 
Oxford.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

11  The  violent  take  it  by  force ." 

OMAY  thy  powerful  word 
Inspire  a  feeble  worm 
To  rush  into  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
And  take  it  as  by  storm  ! 
292 


417 


COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

2  0  may  we  all  improve 

The  grace  already  given, 
To  seize  the  crown  of  perfect  love, 
And  scale  the  mount  of  heaven  ! 

Retreat.  L.  M.  Anon. 

Religion . 

OCOME,  thou  great  and  gracious  poAver, 
Accept  a  home  within  my  breast ; 
My  spirit  cheer  in  every  hour, 
In  every  season  give  me  rest. 

0  teach  me  well  to  know  my  heart, 

My  folly  and  my  sin  to  see  ; 
On  earth  to  bear  a  lowly  part, 

And  give  myself,  my  all  to  thee. 

Teach  me  to  trust  a  Saviour's  name, 

To  feel  a  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 
To  be  redeemed — be  that  my  fame, — 

My  honors  let  me  seek  above. 

When  pleasure  cheers  and  friendship  smiles, 
And  smoothly  sweeps  my  bark  along, 

Then  save  me  from  the  tempter's  wiles, 
Be  thou  my  joy,  be  thou  my  song. 

And  when  affliction's  gloomy  power 
Shall  shroud  my  soul  in  sad  dismay, 

Kise  thou,  a  star  to  cheer  that  hour, 

And  lead  me  through  the  darkened  way. 

Yea,  at  the  last,  when  ghastly  death 

This  life's  short  brittle  thread  shall  break, 

Do  thou  attend  my  latest  breath, 
Thy  Spirit  clothe  me  when  1  wake. 

And  when  around  the  judgment  throne 
The  myriads  of  the  earth  shall  meet, 

0  wilt  thou  then  my  spirit  own, 

And  fill  me  with  thy  bliss  complete  ? 
293 


418 


419 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Oxford.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Great  Concern. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 
To  serve  the  present  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfil— 

0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live, 
And,  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give  : 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 
Underwood.  S.  M.  Watts. 

God  all  in  all. 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 

1  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
rTis  Paradise  when  thou  art  here, 

If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 
The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ? 
'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 

And  no  where  else  but  there. 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
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COMMUNION   WITH   GOD. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove. 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth  nor  all  the  sky 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

8  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 

With  infinite  desire  ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 
Oh,  Jesus,  raise  me  higher  ! 


420 


Broomsgrove.         C.  Iff.  Watts. 

Almighty  Friend. 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
Send  down  thy  grace,  0  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers, 

With  this  delightful  song, 
And  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 
295 


421 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

St.  Thomas.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

A  clean  heart  and  a  right  spirit. 

THE  tiling  my  God  doth  hate, 
That  I  no  more  may  do  : 
Thy  creature.  Lord,  again  create, 

And  all  my  soul  renew  : 
My  soul  shall  then  like  thine, 

Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
And,  sanctified  by  love  divine, 

For  ever  cease  from  sin. 
That  blessed  law  of  thine, 

Jesus,  to  me  impart, 
The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 

0  write  it  on  my  heart ; 
Implant  it  deep  within, 

Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove, 
The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 

The  perfect  law  of  love. 

Thy  nature  be  my  law, 

Thy  spotless  sanctity  ; 
And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 

My  happy  soul  to  thee  ; 
Soul  of  mv  soul  remain  ! 

Who  didst  for  all  fulfil, 
In  me,  0  Lord,  fulfil  again 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  will. 

Boylston.  S.  ML  C.  Wesley. 

The  Abiding  Witness. 

OCOME,  and  dwell  in  me, 
Spirit  of  power  within, 
And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin. 
Hasten  the  joyful  day 

Which  shall  my  sins  consume, 
When  old  things  shall  be  passed  away, 
And  all  things  new  become. 
290 


DUTIES   AXD  TRIALS. 

I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 

That  all  I  do  is  right, 
According  to  thy  will  and  word, 

Well-pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

I  ask  no  higher  state — 

Indulge  me  hut  in  this, 
And  sooner  or  later  then  translate 

To  my  eternal  hliss. 


DUTIES   AND   TRIALS. 

^      Alfreton.  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

J  Following  the  Saviour. 

OTHOUj  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee  ; 
0  hurst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross  ; 
Nail  rny  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  he  thou  my  way  ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

Xo  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee  ; 
0  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

z  297 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 


6  If  rough  and  thorny  he  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day  ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  cairn,  and  joy,  and  peace. 


424 


Hotham.  8  7s.  C.  Wesley 

The  only  Refuge. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  hosom  fly 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Sale  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  : 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  : 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
298 


DUTIES    AND    TRIALS. 

Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

v  K     Welton  L.  M.  Kelly. 

/t/  "Rath  God  not  chosen  the  poor?" 

POOR  and  afflicted,  Lord,  are  thine, 
Among  the  great  unfit  to  shine  ; 
But  tho'  the  world  may  think  it  strange, 
They  would  not  with  the  world  exchange. 

2  Poor  and  afflicted — 'tis  their  lot, 
They  know  it,  and  they  murmur  not ; 
'Twould  ill  become  them  to  refuse 

The  state  their  Master  deigned  to  choose. 

3  Poor  and  afflicted — yet  they  sing, 
For  Jesus  is  their  glorious  King  ; 
Through  sufferings  perfect  now  he  reigns, 
And  shares  in  all  their  griefs  and  pains. 

4  Poor  and  afflicted — but  ere  long 
They  join  the  bright  celestial  throng  ; 
Their  sufferings  then  will  reach  a  close, 
And  heaven  afford  them  sweet  repose. 

Effingham.  L.  M.  Fawcett. 

Comfort  in  affliction. 

AFFLICTED  saint !  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear  ; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee 
That  "as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  fo^s  are  strong  ; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee, 
For  "as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 
299 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  : 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see 

That  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  When  called  by  him  to  bear  the  cross, 
Eeproach,  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress  and  poverty. 

Still  "as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

5  When  death  at  length  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue, — 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free  ; 

And  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 


427 


Tenham.         10s,  5s  &  lis.  C.  Wesley. 

Jlie  Pilgrimage. 

COME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
With  vigor  arise, 
And  press  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  skies ; 
Of  heavenly  birth,  tho'  wand/ring  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  strangers  and  pilgrims  ourselves  we  con- 
fess. 

At  Jesus' s  call  we  gave  up  our  all, 

And  still  we  forego, 
For  Jesus' 8  sake,  our  enjoyments  below  ; 
No  longing  we  find  for  the  country  behind, 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  still  we  are  seeking  a  country  above — 

A  country  of  joy  without  any  alloy, 

We  thither  repair: 
Our  hearts  and  our  treasure  already  are  there. 
We  inarch  hand  in  hand  to  Immanuers  land  ; 

No  matter  what  cheer 
We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near. 
300 


DUTIES   AND   TRIALS. 

4  The  rougher  our  way,  the  shorter  our  stay  ; 

The  tempests  that  rise 
Shall  gloriously  hurry  our  souls  to  the  skies  : 
The  fiercer  the  blast,  the  sooner  'tis  past ; 

The  troubles  that  come, 
Shall  come  to  our  rescue,  and  hasten  us  home, 

4  r\r^     Oliphant.  8s    7s  &  1  4  .  Olivers. 

428 


Divine  Guitl 


ance. 


GUIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak — but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside, 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

/IOn      ^ihiiot.  7s.  Anon. 

j^&u  Grace  proportioned  to  Trials. 

WAIT,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 
To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  this  word, 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 
z*  301 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace — 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  he." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  may'st  see ; 
This  is  still  my  sweet  relief — 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  he." 

4  Kock  of  ages,  I'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise,  full  and  free, 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure  ; 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  he." 

4Qp.      Hinton.  lis  Kirkham. 

OU  Fear  not. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  "In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 

In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 

At  home  and  ahroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  he. 

i 

3  "'Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  he  not  dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  "by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  he  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 
302 


DUTIES    AND    TRIALS. 

5  "  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I'll  never — no.  never — no,  never  forsake." 


431 


Park  street.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Cheer ftd  courage. 


A  WAKE,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears  ! 
il  Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ! 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  0  mighty  God,  thy  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  ever-flowing  Spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply, 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  the  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  win^s  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  along  the  heavenly  road. 
303 


432 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Rothwell.  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Rock  and  Refuge. 


MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone. 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Courage,  my  soul !  while  God  is  near, 
What  enemy  hast  thou  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  a  sure  defence, 
Whose  refuge  is  Omnipotence? 

3  Though  thickest  dangers  crowd  my  way, 
My  God  can  chase  my  fears  away : 

My  steadfast  heart  on  him  relies, 
And  all  those  dangers  still  defies. 

4  Though  billows  after  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  my  sinking  soul, 
Firm  as  a  rock  my  faith  shall  stand, 
Upheld  by  his  almighty  hand. 

5  In  life,  his  presence  is  my  aid  ; 

In  death,  'twill  guide  me  through  the  shade  ; 
Chase  all  my  rising  fears  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

4qq      Wesley.  L.  JM.  Doddridge. 

^^  Christian  Integrity. 

BLEST  men,  who  stretch  their  willing  hands 
Submissive  to  their  Lord's  commands, 
And  yield  their  liberty  and  breath 
To  him  that  loved  their  souls  in  death. 

2  Lead  me  to  suffer  and  to  die  ; 

If  thou,,  my  gracious  Lord,  art  nigh, 
One  smile  from  thee  my  heart  shall  fire, 
And  teach  me,  smiling,  to  expire. 
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If  nature  at  the  trial  shake. 
And  from  the  cross  or  flames  draw  hack, 
Grace  can  its  feeble  courage  raise, 
And  turn  its  trembling  into  praise. 

While  scarce  I  dare,  with  Peter,  say, 
11  I'll  boldly  tread  the  bleeding  way/' 
Yet  in  thy  steps,  like  John,  I'd  move, 
With  humble  hope  and  silent  love. 


G' 


4Qi      Russia.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Ot  God  %$  our  Refuge  and  Strength. 

OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 
When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 

Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world, 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 

While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 

Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  This  sacred  stream,  thy  vital  word, 
Thus  all  our  raging  fear  controls  ; 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  the  threatening  hour  ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  faithfulness  and  power. 
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v      Gardner.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  whole  armor  of  God. 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 

Through  his  beloved  Son  ; 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 
And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued  ; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  Grod  : 
That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome,  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 

3  Leave  no  unguarded  place, — 

No  weakness  of  the  soul ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 

And  fortify  the  whole  : 
Indissolubly  joined, 

To  battle  all  proceed  ; 
But  arm  yourselves  with  all  the  mind 

That  was  in  Christ  your  Head. 

Franklin  Square.    S.  M.  Heatii. 


4rOvJ  Perseverance . 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 
2  0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 
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3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won. 

Not  lay  thine  armor  down  : 
The  work  of  faith  will  not  he  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  ray  soul,  till  death 

JShall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


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Sure  Retreat.         L.  M.  Stowell. 

The  Mercy-Seat. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, — 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  merc}T-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend : 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

5  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down,  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

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AOO     Fenburn-  s-  M-  C-  Wesley- 

xOO        Evening  :    Commending  the  soul  to  God. 

THOU  seest  my  feebleness, 
Jesus,  be  thou  my  power, — 
My  help  and  refuge  in  distress, 
My  fortress  and  my  tower. 

2  Give  me  to  trust  in  thee  ; 

Be  thou  my  sure  abode  : 
My  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  be, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

3  Myself  I  cannot  save, 

Myself  I  cannot  keep, — 
But  strength  in  thee  I  surely  have, 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

4  My  soul  to  thee  alone 

Now  therefore  I  commend  : 
Thou,  Jesus,  love  me  as  thine  own, 
And  love  me  to  the  end. 

Add      Swanwick.  CM.  Cowper, 

Q.OV  Prayer  for  Resignation. 

OLORt),  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears, 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears. 

3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 
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Thy  favor  all  my  journey  through 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 

'Tis  better  still  to  want. 
Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way — 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 

And  crushed  before  the  moth  ? 
But,  ah,  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway, 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies 

Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

Arundel.  C    M.  Green. 

"It  is  the  Lord." 

IT  is  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  light, 
Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 
Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

!  It  is  the  Lord — should  I  distrust, 
Or  contradict  his  will, 
Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just. 
And  must  be  righteous  still  ? 

\  It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease  ; 
And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

I  It  is  the  Lord — who  can  sustain 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load, 

From  whom  assistance  I  obtain 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 

)  It  is  the  Lord — whose  matchless  skill 

Can  from  afflictions  raise 
Blessings,  eternity  to  fill 

With  ever-growing  praise. 
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6  Can  I,  with  hopes  so  firmly  built, 
Be  sullen,  or  repine  ? 
No,  gracious  God — take  what  thou  wilt, 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 


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Northfield.  C.  M.  Anon. 

"Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God." 

REJOICE,  believer  in  the  Lord, 
Who  makes  your  cause  his  own  ; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Though  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or  fainting,  shall  not  die! 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  every  saint, 
Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

4  Though  now  unseen  by  outward  sense, 

Faith  sees  him  alwa}rs  near, 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence  ; 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear  ? 

5  As  surely  as  he  overcame, 

And  triumphed  once  for  you  ; 
So  surely  you  that  love  his  name 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 

Peace.  S.  M.  Anon. 

"My  times  are  in  thy  hand." 

MY  times  are  in  thy  hand, — 
0  God,  I  wish  them  there  ; 
My  life,  my  soul,  my  friends,  I  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 
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My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Whatever  they  may  be, 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 

As  best  may  seem  to  thee.. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear  ? 
My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 

His  child  a  needless  tear. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Jesus  the  crucified  ; 
The  hand  our  many  sins  have  pierced 

Is  now  my  guard  and  guide. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, — 

I'll  always  trust  in  thee, 
Till  I  have  left  this  weary  land, 

And  all  thy  glory  see. 

Martyrdom.  CM.  Steele. 

Watchfulness  and  Prayer. 

ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 
What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  Oh  !  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
I  strive  against  my  foes  in  vain, — 

I  sink  amid  my  fears. 
0  Lord  !  increase  my  faith  and  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 
Oh  !  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
And  never,  never  let  me  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 
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Hingham.  L    M.  Grigg. 

Not  ashamed  of  Jesus. 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ; 
No  ! — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, — 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  Name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  0,  may  this  my  glory  be, — 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


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Bancoke.  S.  M.  Watts. 

Security  and  comfort  in  God. 

WHEN,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  0  lead  me  to  the  Kock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 
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4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
1  shall  possess  the  same. 


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Disciple.  8s  &  7s.  Grant. 

Taking  up  the  Cross. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  : 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  : 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure  ; 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father, — ■ 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me — 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, — 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
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0  !   'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
0  !   'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee  ! 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ! 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ! 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ! 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


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Naomi.  CM.  Steele, 

A  refuge  from  the  storm. 
EAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 


On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal  ; 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

But  0  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 

And  all  my  hopes  decline. 
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Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust  ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 

Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


.  iq     Henry.  C.  ML  Bathurst. 

^""i^  Fur  victorious  faith. 

OFOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  press'd  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ; — 

2  That  willmot  murmur  or  complain 

Beneath  the  chast  ning  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  ;  — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; — 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Or  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; — 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Illumes  a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallow'd  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 
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Uoam..  8s,  7s  &  4.  Fawcett. 

Hope  encouraged. 

OMY  soul !  what  means  this  sadness  ? 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  grief  be  turned  to  gladness  ; 
Bid  thy  restless  fear  begone  ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

Though  thy  heart  is  stained  with  sin, 
Jesus  lives,  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee. 
He  will  make  thee  pure  within  ; 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee ; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  ; 

Thou  shalt  praise  him, — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  0  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 

Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  spirits  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join? 


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Alma.  8s  &  7s.       Mrs.  E.  C.  Judsox, 

Resignation. 

STRICKEN,  smitten,  and  afflicted, 
Saviour,  to  thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Thou  hast  every  blow  directed, 
Thou  alone  canst  healing  bring. 
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DUTIES   AND   TRIALS. 

2  Try  me  till  no  dross  remaineth, 

And  whate'er  the  trial  be. 
While  thy  gentle  arm  sustaineth, 
Closer  will  I  cling  to  thee. 

3  Cheerfully  the  stern  rod  kissing, 

I  will  hush  each  murmuring  cry  ; 
Every  doubt  and  fear  dismissing, 
Passive  in  thine  arms  will  lie. 

4  And  when  through  deep  seas  of  sorrow 

I  have  gained  the  heavenly  shore, 
Bliss  from  every  wave  I'll  borrow, 
And  for  each  will  love  thee  more. 

Lanesboro'.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Cooper. 

Contentment. 

MY  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done, 
The  passing  moments  say  ; 
As  lengthening  shadows  o'er  the  mead 
Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 

0  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof 

From  all  created  things, 
And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above, 

Whence  true  contentment  springs  ! 

Courage,  my  soul !  thy  bitter  cross, 

In  every  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 

But  shall  not  enter  there. 

The  sighing  ones  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  belowr, 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 

Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er 

Of  sublunary  care, 
And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 

This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 

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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Courage,  my  soul,  on  God  rely, 
Deliv' ranee  soon  will  come  ; 

A  thousand  ways  has  Providence 
To  bring  believers  home. 


Wilmington.  C.  M.  Watts, 

Courage. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  Avar 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
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Heard.  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Cross  and  the  Crown. 

MUST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No  ;  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  fear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear  ; 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

Gorham.  4  8s  &  2  6s.  C.  Wesley. 

Comfort  one  another. 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel  ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saint's  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure, 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 
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4  Thrice  blessed  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up, 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead : 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity 

We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see  ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

Alway.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"Although  the  Jig  tree  shall  not  blossom" 

AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 
Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place  ; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face : 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  withering  fig  trees  droop  and  die, 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

Barren  although  my  soul  remain, 
And  not  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 

No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 
But  sin  and  only  sin  is  here  ; — 
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DUTIES   AND   TRIALS. 

Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost, 
My  blooming  hopes  cut  off,  I  see, 

Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 

In  hope  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim  ; 
Jesus,  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  up, 

Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh, 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind  : 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

Lyons.  P.  M  Newton. 

11  I  have. put  my  trust  hi  the  Lord  God." 

BEGONE,  unbelief! 
My  Saviour  is  near  ; 
And  for  my  relief 

Will  surely  appear : 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle, 

And  he  will  perform  ; 

With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 

I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Determin'd  to  save, 

He  watch' d  o'er  my  path, 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave, 

I  sported  with  death  : 
And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me 

To  put  me  to  shame  ? 

3  Why  should  I  complain 

Of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? 
He  told  me  no  less  : 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

The  heirs  of  salvation, 

I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation, 

Must  follow  their  Lord, 

4  Though  dark  be  my  way. 

Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 

'Tis  his  to  provide  : 
His  way  was  much  rougher, 

And  darker  than  mine  ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer, 

And  shall  I  repine? 

5  His  love  in  time  past, 

Forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last 

In  trouble  to  sink  : 
Though  painful  at  present, 

'Twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  0  how  pleasant 

The  conqueror's  song  ! 

St.  Martin's.         C.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  race  set  before  us. 

A  WAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
JA.  And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
A  bright,  immortal  crown. 

'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 
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DUTIES    AND    TRIALS. 

Blest  Saviour  !  introduced  b}r  thee. 

Have  we  our  race  begun  ; 
And.  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 

We'll  lay  our  laurels  down. 

Tice  S.  M.  Anon, 

<(  Be  thou  faithful  unto  death," 

OUR  Captain  leads  us  on, 
He  beckons  from  the  skies  ; 
He  reaches  out  a  starry  crown, 
And  bids  us  take  the  prize. 

2  iC  Be  faithful  unto  death, 

Partake  rny  victory, 
And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreath, 
And  thou  shalt  reign  with  me." 

3  'Tis  thus  the  righteous  Lord 

To  every  soldier  saith  : 
Eternal  life  is  the  reward 
Of  all  victorious  faith. 

4  Who  conquer  in  his  might 

The  victor's  meed  receive  ; 
They  claim  a  kingdom  in  his  right, 
Which  God  shall  freelv  give. 


Lanesvillc.  L    M,  Anon. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

STAXD  up,  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears. 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 

Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Then,  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 

There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 

Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


UNFAITHFULNESS  MOURNED. 

m  ~^     Balerraa.  C    M.  Cowper. 

t:vX/  A  closer  walk. 

OF  OR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  sought  the  Lord? 
Where  is  that  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still  I 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest  \ 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

What  e'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 
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6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


461 


Orford.  L.  M.  Kelly. 

The  loss  of  first  love  mourned. 

0  WHERE  is  now  that  glowing  love 
That  marked  our  union  with  the  Lord? 
Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  afford. 

2  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 

To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  known, 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 

In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved, 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content, 

The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved?  * 

4  Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee, 

0  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile  ; 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
0  Lord,  our  Grod,  but  in  thy  smile. 

A  C*Ci     R°tbwell.  L.  M.  Kelly. 

j^Jsj  ^        £  call  i0  arms. 

0  ISRAEL,  to  thy  tents  repair, — 
Why  thus  secure  on  hostile  ground  ? 
Thy  Lord  commands  thee  to  beware, 
For  many  foes  thy  camp  surround. 

2  The  trumpet  gives  a  martial  strain, 
0  Israel,  gird  thee  for  the  fight ; 
Arise,  the  combat  to  maintain, 

Arise,  and  put  thy  foes  to  flight. 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

3  0  sleep  not  thou,  as  others  do — 

Awake,  be  vigilant,  be  brave  ; 
The  coward  and  the  sluggard  too 
Must  wear  the  fetters  of  the  slave. 

4  A  nobler  lot   is  cast  for  thee, 

A  crown  awaits  thee  in  the  skies  ; 
With  such  a  hope,  shall  Israel  flee, 

And  yield,  through  weariness,  the  prize  ? 

5  No — let  a  careless  world  repose 

And  slumber  on  through  life's  short  day, 
While  Israel  to  the  conflict  goes, 
And  bears  the  glorious  prize  away. 

j  aq     Sessions.  L.  M.  Anon. 

jcUO  Declension  mourned. 

LORD,  in  these  dark  and  dismal  days, 
We  mourn  the  hidings  of  thy  face  ; 
Proud  enemies  our  path  surround, 
To  level  Zion  with  the  ground. 

2  Her  sons,  her  worship,  they  deride, 

And  hiss  thy  word  with  tongues  of  pride, 

And  cry,  to  mock  our  humble  prayer, 

"  Where  is  your  God,  ye  Christians,  where?" 

3  Errors,  and  sins,  and  follies  grow, 
Thy  saints  bow  down  in  deepest  woe  ; 
Their  love  decays,  their  zeal  is  o'er, 
And  thousands  walk  with  Chrjst  no  more. 

4  To  happier  days  our  bosoms  turn, 
Those  days  but  teach  us  how  to  mourn  ; 
The  God  who  bade  his  mercy  flow, 

In  wrath  withdraws  his  blessings  now. 

5  The  blessings  from  thy  truth  withdrawn, 
Its  quickening,  saving  influence  gone, 
Unwarned,  unwakened  sinners  hear 
Nor  see  their  awful  danger  near. 

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UNFAITHFULNESS    MOURNED. 

6  Yet  still  thy  name  is  ever  blest, 
On  thee  our  hope  shall  safely  rest ; 
Zion  her  Saviour  soon  shall  see. 
Arrayed  to  set  her  Israel  free. 

7  Then  shall  thy  saints  exult  and  sing 
The  matchless  glories  of  their  King, 
Nations  before  his  altar  bend, 

And  peace  from  realm  to  realm  extend. 

Heber.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  backslider  restored. 

OWHY  did  I  my  Saviour  leave, 
So  soon  unfaithful  prove? 
How  could  I  thy  good  Spirit  grieve, 
And  sin  against  thy  love  ? 

2  I  forced  thee  first  to  disappear, 

I  turned  thy  face  aside  ; 
Ah,  Lord  !  if  thou  hadst  still  been  here, 
Thy  servant  had  not  died. 

3  But,  0,  how  soon  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 

And  pardoning  love  takes  place  ! 
Assist  me,  Saviour,  to  adore 
The  riches  of  thy  grace  ! 

4  0  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee  : 

Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove, 
Thou  vast,  unfathomable  Sea 
Of  unexhausted  love  ! 

5  My  humble  soul,  when  thou  art  near, 

In  dust  and  ashes  lies  ; 
How  shall  a  sinful  worm  appear, 
Or  meet  thy  purer  eyes  ? 

6  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 

And  into  nothing  fall  ; 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be, 
And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Cambridge.  C.  M  Watts. 

Lamenting  spiritual  sloth. 

MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul : 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do. 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants  !  for  one  poor  grain 

See  how  they  toil  and  strive  ; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heaven  t'  ohtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! — 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  hands 
Come  flying  from  ahove  : — 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  lahored  for  our  good  ; 
Row  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  hlood  ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  live  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  the  heavenly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts  ! 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vigorous  souls  to  rise  ; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

j.  nn     Howard.  C.  M.  Anon. 

^UU  Prayer  for  renewal  by  the  Holy  Spirit. 

Y  hope,  my  portion,  and  my  God, 
How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  "blessings  of  thy  throne  ! 
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UNFAITHFULNESS   MOURNED . 

2  How  cold  and  feeble  is  ray  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

3  Great  God  !  thy  gracious  aid  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  success  : 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart. 
That  I  may  learn  thy  grace. 

4  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


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Give.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Th  e  van  ity  of  me  re  form  a  J  ity . 

LONG  have  I  seemed  to  serve  thee,  Lord, 
With  unavailing  pain  ; 
Fasted,  and  prayed,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preached  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  I  with  the  assembly  join, 

And  near  thy  altar  drew  : 
A  form  of  godliness  was  mine, — 
The  power  I  never  knew. 

3  I  rested  in  the  outward  law, 

Nor  knew  its  deep  design  : 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  saw, 
And  height,  of  love  divine. 

4  To  please  thee,  thus  at  length  I  see, 

Vainly  I  hoped  and  strove  ; 
For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 
Unless  they  spring  from  love  ? 

5  I  see  the  perfect  law  requires 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts  ; 
Our  full  consent,  our  whole  desires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 
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6  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  boast ; 

Of  means  an  idol  made  ; 
The  spirit  in  the  letter  lost, — 
The  substance  in  the  shade. 

7  Where  am  I  now,  or  what  my  hope? 

What  can  my  weakness  do  ? 

Jesus,  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up  ; 

'Tis  thou  must  make  it  new. 

» nr\     Edioboro'.  S.  M.  C.Wesley. 

t:VJU  The  warning  voice  of  Jesus. 

GRACIOUS  Redeemer,  shake 
This  slumber  from  my  soul  ! 
Say  to  me  now, — Awake,  awake  ! 
And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole. 

2  Lay  to  thy  mighty  hand  ; 

Alarm  me  in  this  hour  ; 
And  make  me  fully  understand 
The  thunder  of  thy  power. 

3  Give  me  on  thee  to  call, 

Always  to  watch  and  pray, 
Lest  I  into  -temptation  fall, 
And  cast  my  shield  away. 

4  For  each  assault  prepared, 

And  ready  may  I  be  ; 
For  ever  standing  on  my  guard, 
And  looking  up  to  thee. 

5  0  do  thou  always  warn 

My  soul  of  evil  near  ; 
When  to  the  right  or  left  I  turn 
Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear, — 

6  Come  back  !  this  is  the  way  ; 

Come  back,  and  walk  therein  ! 
0  may  I  hearken  and  obey, 
And  shun  the  paths  of  sin. 
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470 


UNFAITHFULNESS   MOURNED. 

Albion.  C.  M.  Newton. 

Mourning  departed  joys. 

SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 

And  wmen  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  wTas  all  my  song. 

In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  wrord, 

I  called  each  promise  mine. 

But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
Wo  light  to  me  returns. 

Eise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 

0  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail ; 

Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

Barby.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Mourning  under  darkness. 

OTHAT  I  were  as  heretofore, 
When  warm  in  my  first  love  : 
I  only  lived  my  God  t'  adore, 
And  seek  the  things  above  ! 

Upon  my  head  his  candle  shone, 

And,  lavish  of  his  grace, 
With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 

And  half  unveiled  his  face. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things, 

Triumphantly  I  rode  ; 
I  soared  to  heaven  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  found  and  talked  with  God. 

4  Where  am  I  now,  from  what  a  height 

Of  happiness  cast  down  ! 
The  glory  swallowed  up  in  night, 
And  faded  is  the  crown. 

5  0  God,  thou  art  my  home,  my  rest, 

For  which  I  sigh  in  pain  ! 
How  shall  I  'scape  into  thy  breast, 
My  Eden,  how  regain  ! 

Margate.  S.  M-.  C.  Wesley. 

Steadfast  reliance  upon  the  promises. 

AWAY,  my  needless  fears, 
And  doubts,  no  longer  mine  ; 
A  ray  of  heavenly  light  appears, 
A  messenger  divine. 

2  Thrice  comfortable  hope, 

That  calms  my  troubled  breast  ; 
My  Father's  hand  prepares  the  cup, 
And  what  he  wills  is  best. 

3  If  what  I  wish  is  good, 

And  suits  the  will  divine, 
By  earth  and  hell  in  vain  withstood, 
I  know  it  shall  be  mine. 

4  Still  let  them  counsel  take 

To  frustrate  his  decree  ; 
They  cannot  keep  a  blessing  back, 
By  heaven  designed  for  me. 

5  Here  then  I  doubt  no  more, 

But  in  his  pleasure  rest ; 
Whose  wisdom,  love,  and  truth,  and  power, 
Engage  to  make  me  blest. 
3:^2 


472 


UNFAITHFULNESS   MOURNED. 

Arlington.  C.  M.  Swain. 

The  complaint  under  darkness. 

REJOICE  in  God,  the  word  commands. 
And  fain  would  I  obey  ; 
Yet  still  my  spirit,  lingering,  stands, 
While  doubts  impede  my  way. 

2  How  can  my  soul  exult  for  joy, 

Which  feels  this  load  of  sin  ? 
And  how  can  praise  my  tongue  employ, 
While  darkness  reigns  within? 

3  If  falling  tears  and  rising  sighs 

In  triumph  share  a  part, 
Then,  Lord,  behold  these  streaming  eyes, 
And  search  this  bleeding  heart ! 

4  The  power,  the  sweetness  of  thy  voice, 

Alone  my  heart  can  move  ; 
Make  me  in  Christ  my  Lord  rejoice, 
And  melt  my  soul  to  love. 


473 


Wilmington.  CM.  Steele. 

Pardoning  Love. 

HOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ; 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Keturn  ;" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
0  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live, 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 
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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
0  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


474 


475 


Oxford.  S.  M.  Newton. 

Rejoicing  in  Christ's  restoring  love. 

0  SPEAK  that  word  again  ; 
It  cheers  my  drooping  heart ; 
How  sweetly  doth  it  soothe  my  pain, 
And  hid  my  fears  depart  ! 

And  dost  thou  deign  to  own 

A  worm  so  vile  as  I  ? 
And  may  I  still  approach  thy  throne, 

And  Abba,  Father,  cry  ? 

My  Saviour,  by  his  word. 

Hath  turned  my  night  to  day, 

And  all  those  heavenly  joys  restored 
Which  I  had  sinned  away. 

I  wonder  and  adore  ; 

The  grace  is  all  divine  : 
Lord,  keep  me,  that  I  sin  no  more 

Against  such  love  as  thine. 

Yesper.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Grateful  acknowledgment. 

I  LOVE  the  Lord  :   he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pitied  every  groan  ; 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 
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476 


UNFAITHFULNESS   MOURNED. 

I  love  the  Lord :  lie  bowed  his  ear, 

And  chased  rnv  grief  away  : 
0  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distressed  ; 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  to  God  thy  rest, 

For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 

Duke  street.         L.  M.  Cowper. 

Return  of  Joy. 

WHEN  darkness  long  has  veil'd  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Redeemer  !  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

I  chide  my  unbelieving  heart  ; 

And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbor  one  hard  thought  of  thee  ! 

0  let  me  then  at  length  be*taught, 
What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn, 

That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not,  ♦ 

Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 

1  find  myself  a  learner  yet, — 
Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

But,  0,  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will  ; 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 

And  thy  rebellious  child  is  still. 

Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine  ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive  ; 

Be  shame,  and  self-abhorrence,  mine. 
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477 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Ames.  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

God,  my  glory  and  my  shield. 

THE  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said, 
There  is  no  help  in  God  for  thee  ; 
Lord,  lift  thou  up  thy  servant's  head  ; 
My  glory,  shield,  and  solace  be. 

2  Thus  to  the  Lord  I  raised  my  cry  ; 

He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 
At  his  command  the  waves  rolled  by  ; 
He  beckoned,  and  the  winds  were  still. 

3  I  laid  me  down  and  slept, — I  woke  ; 

Thou,  Lord,  my  spirit  didst  sustain  ; 
Bright  from  the  east  the  morning  broke, — 
Thy  comforts  rose  on  me  again. 

4  I  will  not  fear,  though  armed  throngs 

Surround  my  steps  in  all  their  wrath  ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs  ; 

His  presence  guards  his  people's  path. 


478 


Edgeware.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley, 

Longing  to  be  filled  with  the  life  of  love. 

TESUS,  the  all-restoring  Word, 
J    My  fallen  spirits  hope, 
After  thy  loving  likeness,  Lord, 
Ah,  when  shall  I  wake  up  ? 

Thou,  0  my  God,  thou  only  art 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way  ; 
Quicken  my  soul,  instruct  my  heart, 

My  sinking  footsteps  stay. 

Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 

In  heaven  above,  to  give, 
Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know, 

In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 
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PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love  ; 

In  mystic  union  join 
Me  to  thyself,  and  let  me  prove 

The  fellowship  divine. 

Open  the  intercourse  between 
My  longing  soul  and  thee, 

Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
To  all  eternity. 


XII.    MEANS    OF    GRACE. 


479 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 
Old  Hundred.       L.  M.  Watts, 

God  the  Sovereign. 
"DEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 


D  Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people — we  his  care — 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues,, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise, 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 


Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


o 


Antioch.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Pra ise  for  Redemption . 


480 

FOE  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 

"Pis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free, 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and  listening  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

G  Hear  him,  ye  deaf — his  praise,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loosened  tongues  employ  : 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

7  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations — own 
Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  : 
Look,  and  be  saved  through  faith  alone — 
Be  justified  by  grace. 
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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


8  See  all  your  sins  on  Jesus  laid — ■ 
The -Lamb  of  Gocl  was  slain  ; 
His  soul  was  once  an  offering  made 
For  every  soul  of  man. 


481 


Sprag  e  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Magnify  the  Lord. 

QTAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
O  Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  0  for  the  living  flame, 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought. 

4  There,  with  benign  regard, 

Our  hymns  he  deigns  to  hear  ; 
Though  unrevealed  to  mortal  sense, 
The  spirit  feels  him  near. 

5  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

6  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 
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482 


MEANS   OF    GRACE. 

Laban.  S.  M.  Hammond. 

Praise  to  'Christ. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love,  ' 

Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ; 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


483 


Dundee.  C.  M.  Hoskins. 

Assembling 

IX  thy  great  name,  0  Lord, 
To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
0  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  who  now  shall  meet. 
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484 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 
Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek, 

Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 

And  understand  thy  word, 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 

And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

Here  let  thy  power  and  grace  be  felt, 

Thy  love  and  mercy  known  ; 
Our  icy  hearts,  0  Jesus,  melt  ; 

And  break  this  flinty  stone. 

Let  sinners,  Lord,  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 

And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

This  house  with  grace  and  glory  fill, 

This  congregation  bless  ; 
Thy  great  salvation  now  reveal, 

Thy  glorious  righteousness. 

Devises.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

An  "open  door"  to  preach  the  word. 

JESUS,  thou  dear  redeeming  Lord, 
Thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 
The  great  effectual  door. 

Gather  the  outcasts  in,  and  save 

From  sin  and  Satan's  power, 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 

And  know  their  Gracious  hour. 

Lover  of  souls,  thou  know'st  to  prize 
What  thou  hast  bought  so  dear  ; 

Come,  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear. 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

4  Appear  as  when  of  old  confest 

The  suffering  Son  of  God, 
And  let  us  see  thee  in  thy  vest 
But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 

5  The  hardness  of  our  hearts  remove, 

Thou  who  for  sin  hast  died  ; 
Show  us  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  side. 


A  OK      Orland.  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

^l.Q0J  Blessings  desi)*ed. 

COMMAND  thy  blessing  from  above, 
0  God,  on  all  assembled  here  ; 
Behold  us  with  a  Father's  love, 
While  we  look  up  with  filial  fear. 

2  Command  thy  blessing,  Jesus,  Lord  ; 

May  we  thy  true  disciples  be  ; 
Speak  to  each  heart  the  mighty  word, 
Say  to  the  weakest,  "  Follow  me." 

3  Command  thy  blessing  in  this  hour, 

Spirit  of  truth,  and  fill  the  place 
With  humbling  and  with  healing  power, 
With  killing  and  with  quickening  grace. 

4  0  then,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  Guide, 

One  true  eternal  God  confessed, 
Whom  thou  hast  joined  may  none  divide, 
None  dare  to  curse  whom  thou  hast  blessed. 

5  With  thee  and  these  for  ever  found, 

May  all  the  souls  who  here  unite, 
With  harps  and  songs  thy  throne  surround, 
Rest  in  thy  love,  and  reign  in  light. 
342 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

ir^f)      Paradise.  L.  34.  Fawcett. 

j:OU  God's  presence  invoked. 

THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word  ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above  ; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 

And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy. 
And  may  we.  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Keduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal, 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will ; 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

*q^      Boston.  7s.  Barbauld. 

Q-Q  I  Providential  favors. 

PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  garden  yield, 
For  the  vine's  exalted  juice, 
For  the  generous  olive's  use  ; 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain, 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  ; 

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4  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  : 

5  These  to  thee,  my  God,  we  owe, 
Source  from  whence  all  blessings  flow  ; 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

A  OO      Sicilian.  7s.  Montgomery 

4iOO  Songs  of  Praise. 

SOiSJ'GS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born, 
Songs  of  praise  arose  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  will  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  the  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 
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PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

Bath  Chapel.        C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Heaven  hegun  on  earth. 

HAPPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church,  triumphant  in  thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace — 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads, 

From  thence  our  spirits  rise, 
And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 


490 


Warwick.'  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"I stand  at  the  door  and  knock." 

COME,  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe, 
Our  common  Saviour  praise, 
To  him  with  joyful  voices  give 
The  glory  of  his  grace. 

2  He  now  stands  knocking  at  the  door 

Of  every  sinner's  heart ; 
The  worst  need  keep  him  out  no  more, 
Or  force  him  to  depart. 

3  Through  grace  we  hearken  to  thy  voice, 

Yield  to  be  saved  from  sin, 
In  sure  and  certain  hope  rejoice 
That  thou  wilt  enter  in. 
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4  Come  quickly  in,  thou  heavenly  guest, 
Nor  ever  hence  remove, 
But  sup  with  us,  and  let  the  feast 
Be  everlasting  love. 


491 


Talmar.  8s  &  7s.  Anon. 

Praise  the  Lord. 

PRAISE  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens  adore  him  ; 
Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  night. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws,  which  never  can  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious, 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  Lord  of  our  salvatfon, 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven,  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name. 

iaa      Alfreton.  L    M.  Montgomery. 

Qu£  "Praise  ye  (he  Lord." 

SERVANTS  of  God,  in  joyful  lays 
Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah's  praise  ; 
His  glorious  name  let  all  adore, 
From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 

2  Blest  be  that  name,  supremely  blest, 
From  the  sun's  rising  to  its  rest  ; 
Above  the  heavens  his  power  is  known, 
Through  all  the  earth  his  goodness  shown. 
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493 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Who  is  like  God?  so  great,  so  high, 
He  bows  himself  to  view  the  sky ; 
And  yet,  with  condescending  grace, 
Looks  down  upon  the  human  race. 

He  hears  the  uncomplaining  moan 
Of  those  who  sit  and  weep  alone  ; 
He  lifts  the  mourner  from  the  dust, 
And  saves  the  poor  in  him  that  trust. 

Servants  of  God,  in  joyful  lays 
Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah's  praise  ; 
His  saving  name  let  all  adore, 
From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 

Sicilian  7s  Langford 

Redeeming  Love. 

NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme  ; 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  : 
Ye  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears  ; 
Banish  all  your  gloomy  fears  ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 

Welcome  all  by  sin  oppress' d, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above,— 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

Hither,  then,  your  music  bring ; 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string  ; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

As\i      Ames.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

L±.ULk  Praise  to  God  for  redemption. 

LL  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise 
Shall  our  transported  voices  raise  ! 
What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heaven  stands  open  to  our  view  ! 

2  Once  we  were  fallen,  0  how  low  ! 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  woe, 
When  Jesus,  (from  the  realms  above, 
Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love,) 

3  Scattered  the  shades  of  death  and  night, 
And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light ; 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverish' d  and  undone. 

4  He  shows  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours  ; 
Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait, 
To  share  their  holy,  happy  state. 

Welton.  L.  M.  Steele. 

Christ,  the  only  Refuge. 

THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  refuge,  my  almighty  Friend  ! 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 

Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford? 

Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives  ; 

Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 
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496 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
One  smile — one  blissful  smile  of  thine — 

My  clearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, — 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine  ; 

Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life — eternal  life — is  thine. 

Cambridge.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Works  of  nature  and  grace. 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
This  work  belongs  to  vou  ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true. 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Those  heavenly  arches  spread, 
Bade  starry  hosts  around  them  shine, 
And  light  the  heavens  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  swelling  waves  to  now 

To  their  appointed  deep — 
Bade  raging  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  still  their  station  keep.    . 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand  ; 
He  spake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs  ; 
His  counsel  stands  through  every  age, 

And  in  full  glory  shines. 
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497 


MEANS   OF    GRA.CE. 

AzuioQ.  CM.  Newton. 

11  The  fruit  of  the  Spirit  is  joy.'" 


JOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow- 
In  nature's  barren  soil  ; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 

And  made  his  glories  known, 
There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found — and  there  alone. 

3  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith — 

A  sense  of  pardoning  love — 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death — 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine — 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable,  divine! 

5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  sanctify  the  mind  ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 


AdO     Arie^*  C.  P.  M.  Medley. 

4yU  The  Excellency  of  Christ. 

0  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, — 
0  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 
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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise 
I  would,  to  everlasting  days. 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend — 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

Dundee.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  song  of  the  sanctuary. 

SYSG  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 
Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 

Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here  ; 

To-day  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  his  flock  appear, 

One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

Toil,  trial,  suffering  still  await 
On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng  ; 

Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate 
The  church  triumphant's  song. 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, — 

Cry  the  redeemed  above, — 
Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 

And  everlasting  love. 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! — on  earth  we  sing — 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
Henceforth,  0  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 

Thy  victory,  0  grave  ? 
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6  Then  hallelujah  !  power  and  praise 
To  God  in  Christ  be  given  ; 
May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise 
Renew  the  strain  in  heaven. 


K 


F 


New  Sabbath.  L.   M,  Watts. 

Universal  Praise. 

ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring  ; 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing  ; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name. 

In  every  land  begin  the  song  : 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong  ; 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 


501 


Park  street.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  Creator,  Preserver  and  Redeemer. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord — 'tis  good  to  raise 
Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

He  formed  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames, 
He  counts  their  number,  calls  their  names  ; 
His  wisdom's  vast  and  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 
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PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord — exalt  him  high, 
Who  spreads  his  clouds  around  the  sky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 

Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

4  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn, 

He  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn  ; 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

5  His  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
He  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 


fr\r\     Parvus.  L.  M.  Watts. 

0\J6  Spiritual  Worship. 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  thy  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Like  the  blest  hour  when  from  above 
We  first  received  the  pledge  of  love. 

The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
0  may  it  ever,  ever  stay  ! 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

Each  following  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 
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MEANS   OF    GRACE. 

fAO      Coronation.  C.  M.  Watts. 

OVO  The  Joyful  Sound. 

SALVATION  !  0  the  joyful  sound  ! 
What  pleasure  to  our  ears  ! 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

3  Salvation  !  0  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  ; 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

y^  j.      Newcourt.  6  8s.  Watts. 

W±  I  will  sing  unto  the  Lord. 

IJLL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  : 
He  saves  the  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind, 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind, 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 
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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
My  clays  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Boston.  7s.  Hammond 

Opening  Worship. 

LOKD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
Oh,  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 
In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay, 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 
Those  that  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 
Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee,  a  gracious  God  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

Auburn.  8  8s.  Hart. 

Past  and  Future. 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore  , 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end : 
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'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home 

We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


507 


Warwick.  C.  M.  Pratt's  Col. 

Opening  Worship. 

BEHOLD  us,  Lord,  with  humhle  fear 
Approach  thy  temple  gate, 
Though  most  unworthy  to  draw  near, 
Or  in  thy  courts  to  wait. 

2  But  trusting  in  thy  boundless  grace, 

To  all  so  freely  given, 
We  worship  in  thy  holy  place, 
And  lift  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  Lead  us  in  all  thy  righteous  ways, 

Nor  let  our  footsteps  slide  ; 
Make  straight  thy  path  before  our  face, 
Our  guardian  still  and  guide. 

4  No  more  to  sin,  Lord,  let  us  yield, 

Defended  from  above, 
And  kept,  and  covered  with  the  shield 
Of  thy  almighty  love. 

£AO      UeDron-  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

fj\J\J  Opening  Worship. 

OTHOU,  whom  all  thy  saints  adore, 
We  now  with  all  thy  saints  agree, 
And  bow  our  inmost  souls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful  majesty. 

2  The  king  of  nations  we  proclaim, 

Who  would  not  our  great  Sovereign  fear  ? 
We  long  to  experience  all  thy  name, 
And  now  we  come  to  meet  thee  here. 
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PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

3  We  coine,  great  God,  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  for  thy  loving  kindness  wait ; 

And,  oh,  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

'Tis  God's  own  house,  'tis  heaven's  gate. 

4  Tremble  our  hearts  to  feel  thee  nigh, 
To  thee  our  trembling  hearts  aspire  ; 

And,  lo,  we  see  descend  from  high, 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

5  Still  let  it  on  the  assembly  stay, 
And  all  the  house  with  glory  fill, 

To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  holy  hill. 

6  There  let  us  all  with  Jesus  stand, 
And  join  the  general  church  above, 

And  take  our  seats  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

7  Come,  Lord — our  souls  are  on  the  wing, 
Now  on  thy  great  white  throne  appear, 

And  let  mine  eyes  behold  my  King, 
And  let  me  see  my  Saviour  there. 

kaa     Roth  well  L.  M  C.  Wesley. 

11  AwaJce,  Arm  of  the  Lord." 
EM  of  the  lord,  awake,  awake, 
Thine  own  immortal  strength  put  on  ; 
With  terror  cloth'd,  hell's  kingdom  shake, 
And  cast  thy  foes  with  fury  down. 

As  in  the  ancient  days,  appear  ; 

The  sacred  annals  speak  thy  fame  ; 
Be  now  omnipotently  near, 

To  endless  ages  still  the  same. 

Thy  arm,  Lord,  is  not  shortened  now, 
It  wants  not  now  the  power  to  save  ; 
Still  present  with  thy  people,  thou 

Bear'st  them  thro'  life's  departed  wave. 
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MEANS   OF    GRACE. 

4  By  death  and  hell  pursued  in  vain, 

To  thee  the  ransomed  seed  shall  come  ; 
Shouting,  their  heavenly  Zion  gain, 

And  pass  through  death,  triumphant,  home. 

5  The  pain  of  life  shall  there  be  o'er, 

The  anguish  and  distracting  care ; 
There  sighing  grief  shall  weep  no  more, 
And  sin  shall  never  enter  there. 

6  Where  pure,  essential  joy  is  found, 

The  Lord's  redeemed  their  heads  shall  raise, 
With  everlasting  gladness  crowned, 
And  filled  with  love,  and  lost  in  praise. 


510 


Effingham.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Blessings  imjilored. 

OTHOU,  our  Husband,  Brother,  Friend, 
Behold  a  cloud  of  incense  rise  ; 
The  prayers  of  saints  to  heaven  ascend, 
Grateful,  accepted  sacrifice. 

Regard  our  prayers  for  Zion's  peace, 
Shed  in  our  hearts  thy  love  abroad, 

Thy  gifts  abundantly  increase, 
Enlarge  and  fill  us  all  with  God. 

Before  thy  sheep,  great  Shepherd,  go, 
And  guide  into  thy  perfect  will ; 

Cause  us  thy  hallowed  name  to  know, 
The  work  of  faith  in  us  fulfil. 

Help  us  to  make  our  calling  sure  ; 

0  let  us  all  be  saints  indeed, 
And  pure  as  thou  thyself  art  pure, 

Conformed  in  all  things  to  our  Head. 

Take  the  dear  purchase  of  thy  blood — 
Thy  blood  shall  wash  us  white  as  snow  ; 

Present  us  sanctified  to  God, 
And  perfected  in  love  below. 

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PUBLIC    WORS  IIP. 

6  That  blood  which  cleanses  from  all  sin, 

That  efficacious  blood  apply, 
And  wash  and  make  us  wholly  clean, 
And  change  and  thoroughly  sanctify. 

7  From  all  iniquity  redeem, 

Cleanse  by  the  water  and  the  word, 
And  free  from  every  spot  of  blame, 
And  make  the  servant  as  his  Lord. 

k  i  i       Rockingham.  L.  M.  Watts. 

^  J-  1  Opening  Worship. 

AWAY  from  every  mortal  care, 
Away  from  earth  our  souls  retreat, 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  seat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 

We  bow  before  thee  and  adore ; 
We  view  the  glories  of  thy  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  power. 

3  Whilst  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 

United  prayers  ascend  on  high, 
And  faith  expects  a  sure  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  Father,  my  soul  would  here  abide, 

Or,  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  me,  Father,  near  thy  side, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

y  -.  r\      Clarke.  6  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

U  I  £j  "Here  we  have  no  continuing  city." 

LEADER  of  faithful  souls,  and  Guide 
Of  all  that  travel  to  the  sky, 
Come,  and  with  us,  e'en  us  abide, 
Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely, 
On  thee  alone  our  spirits  stay 
While  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

This  earth,  we  know,  is  not  our  place, 
But  hasten  through  this  vale  of  woe, 

And,  restless  to  behold  thy  face, 
Swift  to  our  heavenly  country  move, 
Our  everlasting  home  above. 
We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 
Thither  our  steady  course  we  steer, 

Aspiring  to  the  plains  of  light, 
Jerusalem,  the  saints'  abode, 
Whose  Founder  is  the  living  God. 
Patient  the  appointed  race  to  run, 

This  weary  world  we  cast  behind  ; 
From  strength  to  strength  we  travel  on, 

The  new  Jerusalem  to  find : 
Our  labor  this,  our  only  aim, 
To  find  the  New  Jerusalem. 
Through  thee,  who  all  our  sins  hast  borne, 

Freely  and  graciously  forgiven, 
With  songs  to  Zion  we  return, 

Contending  for  our  native  heaven, 
That  palace  of  our  glorious  King — 
We  find  it  nearer  while  we  sing. 
Kaised  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

We  urge  our  way  with  strength  renew'd  ; 
The  church  of  the  first-born  to  join, 

We  travel  to  the  mount  of  God  ! 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  arise, 
•And  meet  our  Captain  in  the  skies. 

Plymouth  Dock.      6  8s.  Montgomery. 

Divine  guidance,  protection  and  supplies. 

THUS  far  on  life's  perplexing  path, 
Thus  far  thou,  Lord,  our  steps  hast  led, 
Snatched  from  the  world's  pursuing  wrath, 
Unharmed,  tho'  floods  hung  o'er  our  head  ; 
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PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Like  ransom'd  Israel  on  the  shore, 
Here  then  we  pause,  look  back,  adore. 

2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

Like  all  our  fathers  in  their  day, 
We  to  the  land  of  promise  go, 

Lord,  by  thine  own  appointed  way; 
Still  guide,  illumine,  cheer  our  flight, 
In  cloud  by  day,  in  fire  by  night. 

3  Safety  thy  presence  is,  and  rest, 

While — as  the  eagle  o'er  her  brood 
Flutters  her  pinions,  stirs  the  nest, 

Covers,  defends,  provides  them  food, 
Bears  on  her  wings,  instructs  to  fly, — 
Thy  love  .prepares  us  for  the  sky. 

4  Protect  us  through  the  wilderness, 

From  fiery  serpent,  plague,  and  foe  ; 
"With  bread  from  heaven  thy  people  bless, 

And  living  streams  where'er  we  go  ; 
Nor  let  our  rebel  hearts  repine, 
Or  follow  any  voice  but  thine. 

5  Thy  holy  law  to  us  proclaim, 

But  not  from  Sinai's  top  alone  ; 
Hid  in  the  rock-cleft  be  thy  name, 

Thy  power  and  all  thy  goodness  shown  ; 
And  may  we  never  bow  the  knee, 
Or  worship  any  god  but  thee. 

6  When  we  have  numbered  all  our  years, 

And  stand  at  length  on  Jordan's  brink, 
Though  the  flesh  fail  with  mortal  fears, 

0  let  not  then  the  spirit  sink, 
But  strong  in  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
Plunge  through  the  stream  to  rise  above. 

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514 


MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

Arundel.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Lift  up  your  hearts. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  name. 

2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 

Whose  mercies  never  end  ; 
Kejoice,  rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King, 
The  King  is  now  our  friend. 

3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss, 

On  earthly  good  look  down, 
And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 

4  0  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 

Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve, 
By  holy,  vivifying  hope, 
And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

5  Let  all  who  for  the  promise  wait, 

The  Holy  Ghost  receive, 
And,  raised  to  our  unsinning  state, 
With  God  in  Eden  live, — 

6  Live  till  the  Lord  in  glory  come, 

And  wait  his  heaven  to  share  ; 
He  now  is  fitting  up  your  home — 
Go  on,  we'll  meet  you  there. 


515 


Peterboro'.  C.  M.  Anon. 

Praise  for  mercy  in  trouble. 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 
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516 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house 

My  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

Edge  ware.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

GucVs  blessing  implored. 

THOU  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 
Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  grateful  sacrifice 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

We  how  before  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  think  ourselves  sincere  ; 
But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshiper  ? 

Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 

His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 

Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

His  desperate  state  explain  ; 
And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 

And  penitential  pain. 

Speak  with  that  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ; 
And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 

The  death  that  never  dies. 

Extort  the  cry,   cc  What  must  be  done 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
How  shall  a  trembling  sinner  shun 

That  endless  misery  ? 
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517 


7  "  I  must  this  instant  now  begin 

Out  of  ray  sleep  to  wake, 
And  turn  to  God,  and  every  sin 
Continually  forsake. 

8  "  I  must  for  faith  incessant  cry, 

And  wrestle,  Lord,  with  thee  ; 
I  must  be  born  again,  or  die 
To  all  eternity." 

Ot'o.  8s  &  7s.  Robinson, 

Sweet  the  moments. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ! 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 

From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  flowing  in  his  blood  ; 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  Grod. 

Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  the  cross  to  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

In  my  Saviour's  dying  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death  ; 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  needs  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  fully  know. 
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518 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Howard.  C.  II.  Needham. 

Faith  encouraged  by  Ancient  Examples. 


RISE,  0  my  soul !  pursue  the  path 
By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood 

They  conquered  every  foe, 
And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord  !  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given, 

And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road 

That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 


519 


Migdol.  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Beatitudes. 

BLESS'D  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  : 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart : 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

4  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  long  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  thirst  for  righteousness  : 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed, 
With  living  streams,  and  living  bread. 
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MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

4  Bless'd  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin : 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
The  God  of  spotless  purity. 

5  Bless'd  are  the  sufferers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

6  These  are  the  men,  the  holy  race, 
Who  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 

yr\r\      Albany.  6  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

O/CU        Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth. 

TNFINITE  God,  to  thee  we  raise 

_L  Our  hearts  in  solemn  songs  of  praise  ; 

By  all  thy  works  on  earth  adored, 

We  worship  thee,  the  common  Lord  ; 

The  everlasting  Father  own, 

And  bow  our  souls  before  thy  throne. 

2  Thee  all  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Cherubs  proclaim  thy  praise  aloud, 
And  seraphs  shout  the  triune  God, 
And  Holy,  holy,  holy,  cry, 

Thy  glory  fills  both  earth  and  sky. 

3  Father  of  endless  majesty, 

All  might  and  love  we  render  thee  ; 
Thy  true  and  only  Son  adore, 
The  same  in  dignity  and  power, 
And  God  the  holy  Ghost  declare, 
The  saints'  eternal  Comforter. 
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521 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Barby.  CM.  Watts. 

Mount  Zion. 

NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempest,  fire  and  smoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke : 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels,  cloth 'd  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just 
Whose  faith  is  turn'd  to  sight ! 

4  Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ! 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  num'rous  sins  forgiv'n. 

5  In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest  ! 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  for  ever  blest. 


522 


Coronation.  CM.  Watts. 

"  Worthy  of  ceaseless  praise"  &c. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  ye  immortal  choirs 
That  fill  the  worlds  above  ; 
Praise  him  who  form'd  you  of  his  fires, 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

Shine  to  his  praise,  ye  crystal  skies, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  shades  your  thousand  eyes 

Before  your  brighter  God. 

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3  Thou  restless  globe  of  golden  light, 

Whose  beams  create  our  days, 
Join  with  the  silver  queen  of  night, 
To  own  your  borrowed  rays. 

4  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fire  and  storms, 

The  troops  of  his  command, 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  speak  his  awful  hand. 

5  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas, 

In  your  eternal  roar  ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  his  praise, 
And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

6  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  sing, 

Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound  ; 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  King 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 

Martyrdom.  C.  M.  Anon. 

Celestial  Wisdom. 

0  HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 
Keligion's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 

His  early,  only  choice. 
For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
More  precious  are  her  bright  rewards 

Than  gems  or  stores  of  gold. 
Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 

Immortal,  happy  days  ; 
Her  left  imperishable  wealth 

And  heavenly  crowns  displays. 
And  as  her  holy  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  : 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 
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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Shoel.  L.  If.  C.  Wesley. 

Wisdom  Letter  than  riches. 

HAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace. 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy,  beyond  description,  lie 

Who  knows  c;the  Saviour  died  for  me," 

The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 

And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine  '  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  filled  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise — 
Riches  of  Christ,  on  all  bestowed, 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains, 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains  ; 
He  owns,  and  shall  for  ever  own, 
Wisdom  and  Christ  and  heaven  are  one. 


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h/      Wilmington.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley 

The  water  of  life. 

FOUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  below 
Let  thy  salvation  roll  ; 
Water,  replenish,  and  overflow, 
Every  believing  soul. 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  sinners  take  ; 
Jesus  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

3  Turn  hack  our  nature's  rapid  tide 

And  we  shall  flow  to  thee, 
While  down  the  stream  of  time  we  glide 
To  our  eternity. 

4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 

Of  joy  the  swelling  flood  ; 
Wafted  by  thee,  with  willing  heart, 
We  swift  return  to  God. 

5  We  soon  shall  reach  the  boundless  sea, 

Into  thy  fullness  fall  ; 
Be  lost  and  swallowed  up  in  thee, 
Our  God,  our  all  in  all. 

KOQ     Henry.  C  M.  Gibbons. 

0/CD  Goodness  of  God. 

THY  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess, 
Thy  goodness  we  adore  ; — 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail, 
A  sea  without  a  shore. 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  thy  love  declare 

In  every  golden  ray  ; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

3  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields, 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 
With  strengthening  grain  the  fields. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 

Is  in  the  gospel  seen  ; 
There,  like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 
Without  a  cloud  between 
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PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

5  There  pardon,  peace,  and  holy  joy, 
Through  Jesus'  name  are  given  ; 
He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high, 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 

^0^7     P°rtugal  L.  M.  Watts. 

0&  \  The  Lord  our  keeper. 

UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
The  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives, 
There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives — the  everlasting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood  ; 
The  heavens,  with  all  their  host,  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  adorn  the  day : 

He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 

5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon,  with  sickly  ray, 
Shall  blast  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord  ;  his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

7  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  best  desire — 
From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

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MEANS    OF   GRACE. 

Ashwell.  L.  M.  Pratt's  Col 


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tJA^J  The  Church  encouraged. 

HY,  on  the  "bending*  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleep  thy  tuneful  strings, 
Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue. 
And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sing? 

2  Awake  !  thy  sweetest  raptures  raise, 
Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains  ; 

Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways, 
Jesus,  thine  own  Messiah,  reigns. 

3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require, 
No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain  ; 

But  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hills  to  wrong, 
If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share  ; 

A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song, 
A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 
Nor  weeping  think  of  Jordan's  flood  ; 

In  every  clime  behold  a  home, 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 


Silver  Street.         S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Dicine  Grace. 

GRACE  I  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  displa}^ 

Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 
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PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 

While  pressing  on  to  God. 

G-race  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Alfreton.  L.  M.  Watts. 

God  praised  for  his  wonders. 

BLESS,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God, 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  : 
Let  not  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot. 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ransom — and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  every  land  his  power  confess, 
Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace  : 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

^Q  -i      Lanesboro.'  C.  M.  Steele. 

^^  -*  Invocation. 

COME,  0  thou  King  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  tribute  own, 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints 
We  bow  before  thy  throne. 
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MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  But,  ah,  the  song,  how  faint  it  flows  ! 

How  languid  our  desire  ! 
How  cold  the  sacred  passion  glows, 
Till  thou  the  heart  inspire  ! 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth,  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts,  enraptured,  say, 

Come,  great  Eedeemer,  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

5qq     Welton  L.  M.  C.  Ws$lbt 

*3&  Praise  for  Redemption. 

FATHER,  whose  everlasting  love 
Thy  only  Son  for  sinners  gave, 
Whose  grace  to  all  did  freely  move, 

And  sent  him  down  the  world  to  save, — 

2  Help  us  thy  mercy  to  extol, 

Immense,  unfathomed,  unconfined  ; 
To  praise  the  Lamb  who  died  for  all, 
The  general  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  undistinguishing  regard 

Was  cast  on  Adam's  fallen  race  ; 
For  all  thou  hast  in  Christ  prepared 
Sufficient,  sovereign,  saving  grace. 

4  The  world  he  suffered  to  redeem  : 

For  all  he  hath  atonement  made  ; 
For  those  that  will  not  come  to  him, 
The  ransom  of  his  life  was  paid. 
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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  Why  then,  thou  universal  Love, 

Should  any  of  thy  grace  despair? 
To  all.  to  all  thy  bowels  move  ; 
But  straitened  in  our  own  we  are. 

6  Arise.  0  God  !  maintain  thy  cause  ! 

The  fullness  of  the  gentiles  call : 
Lift  up  the  standard  of  the  cross, 

And  all  shall  own  Christ  died  for  all. 

5^q      Baugor.  C.  M.  Lyte. 

^J  God  tlie  only  object  of  worship. 

OGOD,  our  strength,  to  thee  our  song 
With  grateful  hearts  we  raise  : 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  belong 
All  worship,  love,  and  praise. 

2  In  trouble's  dark  and  stormy  hour, 

Thine  ear  hath  heard  our  prayer  ; 
And  graciously  thine  arm  of  power 
Hath  saved  us  from  despair. 

3  And  thou,  0  ever  gracious  Lord, 

Wilt  keep  thy  promise  still, 
If,  meekly  heark'ning  to  thy  word, 
We  seek  to  do  thy  will. 

•A  Led  by  the  light  thy  grace  imparts. 
Ne'er  may  we  bow  the  knee 
To  idols,  which  our  wayward  hearts 
Set  up  instead  of  thee. 

5   So  shall  thy  choicest  gifts,  0  Lord, 
Thy  faithful  people  blesa  : 
For  them  shall  earth  its  stores  afford, 
And  heaven  its  happiness. 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

Holman.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Infinite  Love. 

INFINITE,  unexhausted  Love, 
'    (Jesus  and  love  are  one,) 
If  still  to  me  thy  bowels  move, 

They  are  restrained  to  none  : 
What  shall  I  do  my  God  to  love, 

My  loving  God  to  praise, 
The  length  and  breadth  and  height  to  prove, 

And  depth  of  sovereign  grace  ? 

2  Thy  sovereign  grace  to  all  extends, 

Immense  and  unconfined  ; 
From  age  to  age  it  never  ends, 

It  reaches  all  mankind  : 
Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  known 

Wide  as  infinity — 
So  wide  it  never  passed  by  one, 

Or  it  had  passed  by  me. 

3  My  trespass  was  grown  up  to  heaven  ; 

But  far  above  the  skies, 
Through  Christ  abundantly  forgiven, 

I  see  thy  mercies  rise : 
The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love 

What  angel  tongue  can  tell? 
0  may  I  to  the  utmost  prove 

The  gift  unspeakable  ! 

kqk      Alway.  L.  M.  J.  Weslef. 

OOO  The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 
2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay? 
Fully  absolved,  through  these,  I  am 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 
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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came, 
Who  died,  for  me,  e'en  me  t'  atone, 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

4  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, 
Which  at  the  mercy -seat  of  God 
For  ever  doth  for  sinners  plead, 
For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul,  was  shed. 

5  Lord,  I  believe,  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 

6  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  this  shall  be  all  my  plea — 
Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me. 

w/qa      Stonefield.  L.  M  Howe. 

OOU  "What  is  man!" 

LORD,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  prove 
The  object  of  thy  boundless  love  ? 
Say,  why  should  he  so  largely  share 
Thy  favor  and  thy  tender  care? 

2  While  these  my  lips  draw  vital  breath, 
Or  till  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  wondrous  love, 
Nor  thoughtless  of  thy  kindness  prove. 

3  Beneath  thy  shadowing  wings'  defence 
I'll  place  my  only  confidence  ; 

In  every  danger  and  distress, 
To  thee  will  1  my  prayer  address. 

4  Should  all  my  hopes  on  earth  be  lost, 
In  thee  I'll  make  my  constant  boast  ; 
I'll  spread  the  glories  of  thy  name, 
And  thy  unbounded  love  proclaim. 

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537 


538 


MEANS  OF   GRACE. 

Neheraiah.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

'The  ransomed  of  the  Lord  shall  return." 


s 


ING,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing  ; 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  hath  made, 

How  peaceful  and  how  plain  ; 
The  simplest  trav'Ier  shall  not  err, 
Nor  seek  the  road  in  vain. 

3  No  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 

Nor  lurking  serpent  wound  ; 
Safety,  support,  and  heavenly  joy,   ■ 
Through  all  the  way  are  found. 

4  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Along  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  city  of  your  God. 

5  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 
While  pain,  and  sorrow,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

6  Proceed  in  your  Redeemer's  strength, 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still, 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eyes, 
While  you  ascend  the  hill. 


Newry.  L.  M.  Steeli 

Confidence  in  the  living  God. 

I^HE  God  of  my  salvation  lives, 
.    My  nobler  life  he  will  sustain  ; 
His  word  immortal  vigor  gives, 

Nor  shall  my  glorious  hopes  be  vain. 

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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Thy  presence.  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart. 

Though  every  earthly  comfort  die  ; 
Thy  smile  can  hid  my  pains  depart, 
And  raise  my  sacred  pleasures  high. 

3  0  let  me  hear  thy  hlissful  voice, 

Inspiring  life  and  joy  divine  ; 
The  barren  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
'Tis  Paradise  if  thou  art  mine. 

5Qp.      China.  C.  M.  Steele. 

W  Unsearchable  riches  of  Christ. 

THE  Saviour  !  0  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  the  hlissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life  and  joy  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 

For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  0  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 
Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall  ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

*  ir\      Bath  Chapel.         CM.  Watjb, 

vLx\J  Qod  our  Preserver. 

LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confess,  0  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 
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541 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  first  ; 
Salvation  to  the  almighty  name 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 

5  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tongues. 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 

Meir.  C.  M.  Fawcett. 

"  fVkat  shall  it  profit  a  man,"  &c. 

RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn. 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
Or  for  an  early  tomb. 

3  0,  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own. 

4  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 
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K 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Islington.  L    M.  Watts. 

Glory  and  Grace  in  Christ. 

NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake,  my  soul  !  awake,  my  tongue  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim  ! 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, — 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ! 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  Grace  ! — 'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  : 

Ye  angels  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
Ye  heavens  !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

4  0  !  may  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ; 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 


543 


Unam.  8s,  1  4  &  7s.  Rippon. 

Dismissal. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

0  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 
gg  381 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 

May  we,  ready, 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

y  m  m      Alma.  8s  &  7s.  Wes.  Col. 

^Jtx  Dismissal. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Bid  us  now  depart  in  peace  ; 
Still  on  heavenly  manna  feeding, 

Let  our  faith  and  love  increase  ; 
Fill  each  breast  with  consolation, 
Up  to  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
When  we  reach  yon  blissful  station, 
Then  we'll  give  thee  nobler  praise. 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 
Chester.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 


A 


t/~LU  Opening  the  exercises. 

LL  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord, 
Who  joins  us  by  his  grace, 
And  bids  us,  each  to  each  restored, 
Together  seek  his  face. 

He  bids  us  build  each  other  up  ; 

And,  gathered  into  one, 
To  our  high  calling's  glorious  hope 

We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

The  gift  which  he  on  one  bestows, 

We  all  delight  to  prove, 
The  grace  through  every  vessel  flows 

In  purest  streams  of  love. 

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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

4  E'en  now  we  think  and  speak  the  same, 

And  cordially  agree. 
United  all  through  Jesus'  name, 
In  perfect  harmony. 

5  We  all  partake  the  joy  of  one, 

The  common  peace  we  feel, — 
A  peace  to  sensual  minds  unknown, 
A  joy  unspeakable. 

6  And  if  our  fellowship  below 

In  Jesus  be  so  sweet, 
What  height  of  rapture  shall  we  know 
When  round  his  throne  we  meet. 

KiA      Forrest  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

040  For  the  lambs  of  the  flock. 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  we  seek  thy  face, 
For  all  who  feel  thy  work  begun  : 
Confirm,  and  strengthen  them  in  grace, 
And  bring  thy  feeblest  children  on. 

2  Thou  seest  their  wants,  thou  know'st  their 
names, 

Be  mindful  of  thy  youngest  care  ; 
Be  tender  of  the  new-born  lambs, 
And  gently  in  thy  bosom  bear. 

3  The  lion  roaring  for  his  prey, 
With  ravening  wolves  on  every  side, 

Watch  over  them  to  tear  and  slay, 

If  found  one  moment  from  their  Guide. 

4  In  safety  lead  thy  little  flock  ! 
From  hell,  the  world,  and  sin  secure  ; 

And  set  their  feet  upon  the  rock, 
And  make  in  thee  their  goings  sure. 


547 


MEANS   OF    GRACE. 

Rochester.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

Safety  in  the  Fold. 

JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
To  thee  for  help  we  fly  ; 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
For,  oh,  the  wolf  is  nigh. 

2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 

To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay  ; 
He  seizes  every  straggling  soul 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  arm  ; 

Unless  the  fold  we*first  forsake, 

The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 

While  hy  our  Shepherd's  side  ; 
The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

5  0  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 

The  souls  that  here  agree, 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee. 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die, 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 

K/IO      Swanwick.  CM.  C  Wesley. 

O^ikJ  ilSee  how  these  Christians  love.'"' 

GIYEE  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace, 
Meek,  lamb-like  Son  of  G-od, 
Bid  our  unruly  passions  cease, 
By  thy  atoning  blood. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

2  Kebuke  our  rage,  our  passions  chide, 
Our  stubborn  wills  control ; 

Beat  down  our  wrath,  root  out  our  pride, 
And  calm  each  troubled  soul. 

3  Subdue  in  us  the  carnal  mind, 
Its  enmity  destroy  ; 

With  cords  of  love  our  spirits  bind, 
And  melt  us  into  joy. 

4  Us  into  closest  union  draw, 
And  in  our  inward  parts 

Let  kindness  sweetly  write  her  law, 
And  love  command  our  hearts. 

5  Saviour,  look  down  with  pitying  eyes, 
Our  jarring  wills  control; 

Let  cordial,  kind  affections  rise, 
And  harmonize  the  soul. 

fi  0  let  us  find  the  ancient  way 
Our  wondering  foes  to  move, 
And  force  the  heathen  world  to  say, 
"  See  how  these  Christians  love  V 

Ky|A      Piety.  C.  M.  C.*Wesley. 

O^V  For  grace  to  edify  one  another. 

TRY  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground 
Of  every  sinful  heart : 
Whatever  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
0  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless, 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear  ; 
Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
And  feel  his  brother's  care. 
gg*  385 


Xi 


MEANS   OF    GRACE. 

Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 

And  perfect  us  in  love. 

Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 

And  spotless  here  below. 

Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Keceive  thy  ready  bride. 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 

With  all  the  sanctified. 

BaiJ.  S.  M.  Fawcett. 

Closing  the  exercises. 

BLESS'D  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  : 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear, 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 
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551 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain,, 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

Getar.  S.  M.  Watts. 

Rejoicing  in  God. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  all  the  earth  surveys. 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  calms  the  roaring  seas, — - 

4  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Oar  Father  and  our  Love  ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

5  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

6  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

7  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  : 
Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

387 


MEANS   OF    GRACE. 

8  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

9  Then  let  our  songs  ahound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuers  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


Pleyel.  7s.  Cennick. 

The  happy  pilgrimage. 

/CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
\J   As  we  journey  let  us  sing, 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod  ! 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  0  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad, 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made, 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren — joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

388 


SOCIAL  wonsiiir. 

k^q     Boylston.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley 

OOO  For  the  manifestation  of  the  Saviour* 

"JESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 
J    Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 

Assembled  in  thy  name  ; 
Thy  name  salvation  is, 

Which  here  we  come  to  prove  ; 
Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 

And  everlasting  love. 

2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 

Or  selfishness  Ave  meet ; 
From  nature's  path  we  turn  aside, 

And  worldly  thoughts  forget  : 
We  meet,  the  grace  to  take 

Which  thou  hast  freely  given  ; 
We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 

That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

3  Present  we  know  thou  art, 

But,  oh,  thyself  reveal ; 
Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 

The  mighty  comfort  feel : 
0  may  thy  quickening  voice 

The  death  of  sin  remove, 
And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice 

In  hope  of  perfect  love. 

yy  A      Coventry.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

OO'-k  The  blessing  claimed. 

SEE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see, 
The  promised  blessing  give  ; 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 
Expecting  to  receive. 
2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
Who  in  thy  name  are  joined  ; 
We  wait,  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

3  With  us  tliou  art  assembled  here, 

But,  oh,  thyself  reveal ; 
Sou  of  the  living  God,  appear, 
Let  us  thy  presence  feel. 

4  Breathe  on  us,  Lord,  in  this  our  day, 

And  these  dry  bones  shall  live  ; 
Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  say, 
"  The  Holy  Ghost  receive." 

5  Whom  now  we  seek,  0  may  we  meet, 

Jesus,  the  crucified  ; 
Show  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet. 
Thou  who  for  us  hast  died. 

6  Cause  us  the  record  to  receive, 

Speak  and  the  tokens  show  : 

"  0  be  not  faithless,  but  believe 

In  me,  who  died  for  you. " 


yyy         LyODS.  10s  &  lis.  C.   WfcSLEY. 

tjtJZj  Meeting  in  His  name. 

APPOINTED  by  thee,  we  meet  in  thy  name, 
And  meekly  agree  to  follow  the  Lamb, 
To  trace  thy  example,  the  world  to  disdain, 
And  constantly  trample  on  pleasure  and  pain. 

2  Rejoicing  in  hope,  we  humbly  go  on, 

And  daily  take  up  the  pledge  of  our  crown  ; 
In  doing  and  bearing  the  will  of  our  Lord, 
We  still  are  preparing  to  meet  our  reward. 

3  0  Jesus,  appear — no  longer  delay 
To  sanctify  here,  and  bear  us  away  ; 

The  end  of  our  meeting  on  earth  let  us  see, 
Triumphantly  sitting  in  glory  with  thee. 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

Olney.  S.  M.  Watts. 

Delights  of  Christian  Fellowship. 

BLEST  are  the  sods  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet  ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


557 


Golden  Hill.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

"  Thank  God  and  take  courage." 


A  ND  are  we  yet  alive, 


»j_jl  And  see  each  other's  face  ? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give 

For  his  redeeming  grace  : 
Preserved  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation,  here 
Again  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join, 
And  in  his  sight  appear. 

What  troubles  have  we  seen, 

What  conflicts  have  we  passed, 
Fightings  without  and  fears  within, 

Since  we  assembled  last ! 
But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Has  brought  us  by  his  love, 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford, 

And  hides  our  life  above. 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more  ; 
Let  us  take  up  the  cross. 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain, 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  lost, 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

Chimes.  C.  M.  C.   Wesley. 

United  to  Christ    and  each  other, 

JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 
And  each  to  each  endeared, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard, 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thine  easy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink, 

Baptize  into  thy  name, 
[And  let  us  always  kindly  think. 
And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 

4  To  thee,  inseparably  joined, 

Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  ; 

0  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 

That  was  in  thee  receive. 

5  This  is  the  bond  of  perfectness, 

The  spotless  charity  ; 
0  let  us,  still  we  pray,  possess 
The  mind  that  was  in  thee. 

6  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 

Insensibly  remove  ; 
Our  souls  their  change  shall  scarcely  kr, 
Made  perfect  first  in  love. 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

Cambridge.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

1 '  SjicaJc  to  our  hearts." 

TALK  with  us,  Lord — thyself  reveal, 
While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove  ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindling  of  thy  love. 

With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care  ; 
Lahor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 

If  thou,  my  G-od,  art  here. 

Here,  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 

And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face — 

'Tis  all  I  wish  to  seek, 
To  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 

And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 

Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 

Till  I  thy  glory  see, 
Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 

And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 


KC*C\      ^ve'  ^-  ^-  Swain 

OOU  Brotherly  Lore. 

HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word  ! 

2  0  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part  ; 

May  sorrow  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 

And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

3  Free  us  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 
Our  wishes  fix  above  ; 
May  each  his  brother's  failing  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

3  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  every  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  fond  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above, 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

y  n  t       Mendon.  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

t/Ul  Pardon  and  Sanct ijication . 

JESUS,  our  best  beloved  Friend, 
Draw  out  our  souls  in  pure  desire  ; 
Jesus,  in  love  to  us  descend, 

Baptize  us  with  thy  Spirit's  fire. 

2  On  thy  redeeming  name  we  call, 

Poor  and  unworthy  though  we  be  ; 
Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all, 

Let  each  thy  full  salvation  see. 

3  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 

To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands  ; 
0  take  our  hearts,  our  hearts  are  thine, — 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

4  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 

May  we  thy  blessed  will  obey, 
Toil  in  thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  the  day. 

5  Yet,  Lord,  for  us  a  resting  place 

In  heaven,  at  thy  right  hand,  prepare  ; 
And  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 
394 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

Eltham.  8  7s.  C.Wesley. 

Love  Feast. 

COME,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  divine  ; 
Give  we  all,  with  one  accord, 
GlorV  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days  ; 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  feast  of  love. 

Strive  we,  in  affection  strive, 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glowed, 
Dving  champions  for  their  God  ; 
We,  like  them,  may  live  and  love, 
Called  we  are  their  joys  to  prove, 
Saved  with  them  from  future  wrath, 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 

Sing  we  then  in  Jesus'  name, 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same, 
One  in  every  time  and  place, 
Full  for  all,  of  truth  and  grace  : 
"We  for  Christ,  our  Master,  stand 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  ; 
We  our  dying  Lord  confess, 
We  are  Jesus'  witnesses. 

Witnesses  that  Christ  hath  died, 
We  with  him  are  crucified  ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
We  his  quickening  Spirit  breathe  ; 
Christ  is  now  gone  up  on  high, 
Thither  all  our  wishes  fly  ; 
Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above, 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love. 
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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

^^^     Iddo.  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

"vJO  The  Solemn  Covenant. 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine , 
And  all,  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  covenant  join 

Ourselves  to  Christ,  the  Lord> — 

2  Give  up  ourselves  thro'  Jesus'  power, 

His  name  to  glorify, 
And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  covenant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  kSon,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive , 

Present  with  the  celestial  host, 

The  peaceful  answer  give. 

6  To  each  the  covenant  blood  apply 

Which  takes  our  sins  away, 
And  register  oar  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

k/jj      Brewer,  L.  M.  Newton. 

UUrr  Christian    Welcome. 

K INDEED  in  Christ,  for  his  clear  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give. 
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SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

May  he  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 

Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love, 

Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme 

When  Christians  meet  together  thus  ; 

We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread,    • 


And  what  he's  doino;  for  us  now. 


& 


Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 

Then  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Hope.  S.  M.  Anon. 

Miming  Prayer  Meeting. 

HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay 
That  breaks  upon  the  ear, 
When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Christians  unite  in  prayer. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  bursting  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  -So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light ; 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down5 
To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die, 
And  make  his  people  one. 

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MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

F  GG      Kentucky.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Opening  the  Exercises. 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 
The  watching  power  impart  ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  off  my  anxious  heart. 
My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprest ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize  ; 
Gather  my  wandering  spirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace  : 
Suffered  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  prisoner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 


K 


Islington.  L.  M.  Anon, 

Love  Feast. 

LOVE  is  the  theme  of  saints  above  ; 
Love  be  the  theme  of  saints  below  ; 
Love  is  of  God,  for  God  is  love  ; 
With  love  let  every  bosom  glow. 

2  Love  to  the  Spirit  of  all  grace, 

Love  to  the  Scriptures   of  all  truth  ; 
Love  to  our  whole  apostate  race. 
Love  to  the  aged,  love  to  youth. 

3  Love  to  each  other  ; — soul  and  mind, 

And  heart  and  hand  with  full  accord, 
In  one  sweet  covenant  combined 
To  live  and  die  unto  the  Lord. 
398 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

4  Christ's  little  flock  we  then  shall  feed, 
The  lamhs  we  in  our  arms  shall  bear  ; 
Reclaim  the  lost,  the  feeble  lead, 

And  watch  o'er  all  in  faith  and  prayer. 

Kf>0      Uxbridge.  L.  M.  xVnon. 

^UO  Speaking  and  Singing  of  Christ. 

WHY  should  believers,  when  they  meet, 
Not  speak  of  Christ,  the  King  they 
own  ? 
Who  gives  them  hope  that  they  shall  sit 
With  him  for  ever  on  his  throne. 

2  Is  any  other  name  so  great 

As  his  who  bore  the  sinner's  load? 
Is  any  subject  half  so  sweet, 
So  various,  as  the  love  of  God? 

3  'Tis  this  that  charms  reluctant  man, 

That  makes  his  opposition  cease  ; 
Beholding  love's  amazing  plan, 

He  drops  his  arms  and  sues  for  peace. 

4  'Twas  so  with  us  ;  we  once  were  foes, 

Were  foes  to  him  who  gave  us  breath  ; 
But  he  whose  mercy  freely  flows, 
Has  saved  us  from  eternal  death. 

5  We  look  with  hope  to  that  great  day 

When  Jesus  will  with  clouds  appear  ; 
A  sight  of  him  will  well  repay 
Our  labors  and  our  sorrows  here. 

6  Of  him  then  let  us  speak  and  sing, 

Whose  glory  we  expect  to  share  ; 
In  heaven  we  shall  behold  our  king, 
And  yield  a  nobler  tribute  there. 
399 


MEANS   OF  GRACE. 

r Q(\     Quito.  L.  M.  Anon. 

0Df7  Parting. 

COME,  Christian  brethren  !  ere  we  part, 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart, 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore  ; 
And  there,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 


570 


DOMESTIC    WORSHIP. 

Newry.  L.  M.  Anon. 

Morning. 

BLESS' D  are  our  eyes  that  see  the  light 
Of  this  another  new-born  day, 
Bless'd  are  our  ears  that  hear  thy  word, 
Our  lips,  to  read  and  praise  and  pray. 

2  Thou  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  sky, 
Illuminate  the  path  of  life, 

That  leads  to  thine  abode  on  high. 

3  To  thee,  supremely  good  and  wise, 
Our  sacrifice  we  humbly  bring, 

O  may  thy  Spirit  be  our  guide 
And  with  it  may  we  pray  and  sing. 

4  Thy  glory  be  our  constant  aim, 
When  we  go  out,  when  we  come  in, 
Whate'er  we  say,  whate'er  we  do, 
May  we  be  ever  kept  from  sin. 

400 


571 


K 


DOMESTIC  WORSHIP. 

Orland.  L.  M.  Bishop  Ken. 

Morning. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part  ; 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept, 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day 

All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 

In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Margate.     .  S.  M.  J   Wesley. 

Morning. 

WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
0  Day-Star  from  on  high  ! 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade. 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

0  let  thy  orient  beams 

The  night  of  sin  disperse, 
The  mists  of  error  and  of  vice 

Which  shade  the  universe. 
401 


MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ; 

How  dark  and  sad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  0  may  no  gloomy  crime 

Pollute  the  risins;  day  ; 
Or  Jesus'  blood,  like  evening  dew, 
Wash  all  its  stains  away  ! 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  past, 
And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

6  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit, — One  in  Three, — 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  for  ever  be. 

kwq      Irish.  C.  M.  Watts. 

0  I  O  Morning. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound, — 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  name, 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  0  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ! 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 
402 


574 


DOMESTIC    WORSHIP. 

Warwick.  C    M.  Watts. 

Sahlath  morning. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, . 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

w^k    New  Sabbath.         L.  M.  Watts. 

^  I  "  Morning  or  Evening. 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread' st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 
403* 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 


3  I  yield  myself  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  devote  my  nights  and  days 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


G' 


rryr*     Newry.  L.  M.  Watts. 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

OD  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

2  0,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 

With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

3  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure  ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsels  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  ; 

All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 

Winter.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Morning  :    Thankfulness  and  trust. 
C\  IVER  and  Guardian  of  our  sleep, 


577 


VJT   To  praise  thy  name  we  wake  : 
Still,  Lord,  thy  helpless  servants  keep, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

The  blessings  of  another  day 

We  thankfully  receive  ; 
0  may  we  only  thee  obey, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 
404 


K 


DOMESTIC   WORSHIP. 

3  Upon  us  lay  thy  mighty  hand  ; 

Our  words  and  thoughts  restrain  ; 
And  bow  our  souls  to  thy  command, 
Nor  let  our  faith  be  vain. 

4  Pris'ners  of  hope,  we  wait  the  hour 

Which  shall  salvation  bring, 
When  all  we  are  shall  own  thy  power, 
And  call  our  Jesus,  King. 

Woodland.  C.  M.  Kippis. 

Morning  and  Evening  Praise. 

ON  thee,  each  morning,  0  my  God, 
My  waking  thoughts  attend, 
In  whom  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  whom  my  wishes  end. 

My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys, 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 

The  sacrifice  of  praise. 

When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

With  thy  protection  blest, 
In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 

My  weary  limbs  to  rest. 

My  spirit,  in  thy  hands  secure, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For,  whether  waking  or  asleep, 

Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 

Then  will  I  daily  to  the  world 

Thy  wondrous  acts  proclaim, 
Whilst  al]  with  .me  shall  praise  and  sing, 

And  bless  thy  sacred  name. 

At  morn,  at  noon,  at  night,  I'll  still 

The  pleasing  work  pursue, 
And  thee  alone  will  praise,  to  whom 

All  praise  is  ever  due. 

ii  405 


579 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

Heber.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Private  Devotion. 


OTHAT  I  knew  the  secret  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God — 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
I'd  plead  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  drive  my  foes  away  ; 
He  knows  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
When  they  in  sorrow  pray. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

KdC\     Gainsboro'.  CM.  Kelly. 

0(J\J  Morning  Bymn. 

THROUGH  all  the  dangers  of  the  night 
Preserved,  0  Lord  !  by  thee, 
Again  we  hail  the  cheerful  light, 
Again  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  Preserve  us,  Lord!   throughout  the  day, 
And  guide  us  by  thy  arm  ; 
For  they  are  safe,  and  only  they, 
Whom  thou  dost  keep  from  harm. 

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DOMESTIC  WORSHIP. 

3  Let  all  our  words,  and  all  our  ways. 

Declare  that  we  are  thine, 
That  so  the  light  of  truth  and  grace 
Before  the  world  may  shine. 

4  Let  us  ne'er  turn  away  from  thee; 

Dear  Saviour,  hold  us  fast, 
Till,  with  immortal  eyes,  we  see 
Thy  glorious  face  at  last. 

Cookhani.  7s.  x\xon. 

"In  the  Spirit  on  the  Lord's  day" 

NOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
Xow  the  morning  light  is  come  ; 
Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day  ; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt  and  clear  our  sight  ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 
May  we  labor,  watch,  and  pray. 

Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound , 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around  ; 
Going  out,  and  coming  in, 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

"When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
0  receive  us  then  at  last ; 
Night  and  sin  will  be  no  more 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

Sark.  7s.  Tate  and  Brady. 

Morn  ing  Th  a  n  Jcs . 

I^HOU  that  dost  my  life  prolong  ! 
_    Kindly  aid  my  morning  song  ; 
Thankful,  from  my  couch  I  rise, 
To  the  GJ-od  that  rules  the  skies. 

407 


MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

2  Thou  didst  bear  my  evening  cry  ; 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh  ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night, — 
;Twas  thy  hand  restored  the  light  ; 
Lord  !  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray, — 
Oh  !  preserve  me  through  the  day  ; 
Dangers  every  where  abound, 
Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 

5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul  thy  beams  display  ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 

f^OO      Oldham.  0«  M.  Anon, 

UOO  Morning  Hymn. 

THE  morning  breaks  ;  my  voice  I  raise 
To  thee,  great  God,  above  ; 
Accept  my  prayer,  my  feeble  praise, 
In  kindness  and  in  love. 

2  Forgive  the  crimes  that  I  have  done  ; 

My  follies  I  deplore  ; 
And  since  another  day's  begun, 
0  may  I  love  thee  more. 

3  Preserve  me  from  all  ill,  I  pray, 

And  guide  me  with  thine  eye, 
And  grant  through  every  hour  I  may 
On  grace  divine  rely. 

4  Keep  me  from  sinful  thoughts,  0  Lord^ 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Make  me  to  read  thy  holy  word 
With  reverence  and  fear. 
408 


DOMESTIC   WORSHIP. 

5  Then  shall  I  he  prepared  "below 
For  my  eternal  home  ; 
Where  pleasures  like  a  river  flow, 
And  sorrows  never  come. 

^q  m       Watchman.  S.  M.  Anon. 

"^J  ±  Morning  Mercies. 

AWAKE  !  my  heart,  awake  ! 
Thy  gracious  God  to  praise  ; 
Who  condescends  such  care  to  take, 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

2  While  some  have  passed  the  night 

In  restlessness  and  pain  ; 
I  rise  in  health,  to  see  the  light, 
And  seek  the  Lord  again. 

3  This  day  will  many  die  ! 

This  hour  what  numbers  go  ! 
What  if  my  soul  be  called  to  fly, 
And  I  that  change  should  know  ? 

4  Lord,  come,  and  be  my  guide 

Through  this  uncertain  space  ; 
Keep  me  for  ever  near  thy  side, 
And  grant  a  child  thy  grace. 

fQ^      Devisee.  C.  M.  Anon. 

OOO  A  Daily  Prayer. 

OLORD,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry, 
To  thee  I  lift  my  heart ; 
0  hear  me  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
To.  me  thy  grace  impart. 

2  When  early  morning  lights  the  sky, 
Let  me  before  thee  fall : 
0,  may  I  find  thy  presence  nigh, 
My  Priest,  my  King,  my  All. 
n* 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

3  When  mid-day's  beams  descend  on  me, 

0  guide  my  footsteps  then, 

Lest  I  be  drawn  from  truth  and  thee 
By  worldly-minded  men. 

4  And  when  the  shadows  of  the  night 

Are  darkening  all  the  land, 
Securely  trusting  in  thy  might, 
Let  me  lie  on  thy  hand.  • 

5  0  Lord,  my  God,  while  here  I  live, 

Till  I  am  called  away, 
Let  clay  by  clay  my  actions  prove 
My  love  to*  thee,  I  pray. 

FQC$     Arundel.  C.  M  Steele. 

0O\J  Morning. 

LOBD  of  my  life,  0  may  thy  praise 
Employ  my  noblest  powers, 
Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 
And  fills  the  circling  hours. 

2  Preserved  by  thy  almighty  arm, 

1  passed  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm, 

And  see  returning  light. 

3  While  many  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 
In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes, 
And  undisturbed  repose. 

4  When    sleep,    death's    semblance,    o'er    me 

And  I  unconscious  lay,  [spread, 

Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed 
To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

5  0  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend, 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 
410 


587 


588 


DOMESTIC    WORSHIP. 

Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days  ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 

With  gratitude  and  praise. 

Shirlaud.  S   M.  Prot.  Epis.  Col. 

Evening. 

rPHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
_L    The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
0  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near  ! 

We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 

Of  what  is  here  possessed. 

Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us,  while  we  sleep, 

Till  morinng  light  appears. 

And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

And  when  our  clays  are  past 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love  ! 

Mear.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Evening. 

ALL  praise  to  Him  who  dwells  in  bliss, 
Who  made  both  day  and  night ; 
Whose  throne  is  darkness  in  th'  abyss 
Of  uncreated  light. 
411 


MEAXS   OF   GRACE. 

2  Each  thought  and  deed  his  piercing  eyes 

'With  strictest  search  survey  ; 
The  deepest  shades  no  more  disguise 
Than  the*  full  blaze  of  day. 

3  Whom  thou  dost  guard,  0  King  of  kings, 

No  evil  shall  molest : 
Under*  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Shall  they  securely  rest. 

4  Thy  angels  shall  around  their  beds 

Their  constant  stations  keep  : 
Thy  faith  and  truth  shall  shield  their  heads, 
For  thou  dost  never  sleep. 

5  May  we,  with  calm  and  sweet  repose, 

And  heavenly  thoughts,  refresh 'd, 
Our  eyelids  with  the  morn  unclose, 
And  bless  thee,  ever  bless'd. 


KOA      Rockingham.         L.  M.  Watts. 

U^-sU  Evening.  * 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  : 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 
412 


DOMESTIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come. 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Ebor.  C.  Bf.  J.  Mason. 

Evening. 

NOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Let  warmest  thanks  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  keeper  and  our  guide  ; 
His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown, 
His  mercies  multiplied. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 

Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet  and  free  than  they. 

4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  ; 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

Windham.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

E  cenlng. 

HOW  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored  ; 
I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound  ; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord  ! 

Inured  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  surf 'ring  life  my  Master  led  ; 

The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 
413 


9 


MEANS    OF   GRACE. 

3  But,  lo  !  a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep  ; 
Yea,  he  himself  becomes  my  guard  : 
He  smooths  my  bed  and  gives  me  sleep. 

4  Jesus  protects  !  my  fears,  begone  ; 

What  can  the  Kock  of  ages  move  ! 
Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thy  everlasting  arms  of  love  I 

KnQ      Bath  Chapel.        C.  M  Watts. 

Vv6  Evening. 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
I  am  for  ever  thine  : 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 


3 


vv  ltn  my  own  neart  ana  xne 

I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice, 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope,  relies 

Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

KAQ      Mear.  CM.  Watts. 

OVO  God's  Goodness  acknowledged. 

DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 
Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  offering  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 
414 


DOMESTIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  "blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around  ; 
But,  oh,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Redeemer  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  my  guilty  soul  ? 
Alas  !  my  sins  are  multiplied, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll. 

5  Yet,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

Lord,  to  thy  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewed  bv  thee. 


594 


Kozeluck.  7s.  Prot.  Epis.  Col. 

Communion  with  God. 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  thee. 

Soon  for  us  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

Sicilian.  8s  &  7s.  Edmeston. 

Closing. 

SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing,, 

Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 
415 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us  ; 
We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  he  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee  ; 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  thy  people  he. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

K(\C>     Guardian.  L.  M.  Bishop  Ken. 

tJv\j  Evening. 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light  ; 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thy  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day. 

2  0  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close, 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 


597 


St.  George.  C.  M.  Lon.  Mag. 

An  Evening  Hymn. 

INDULGENT  Father,  by  whose  care 
I've  passed  another  day, 
Let  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 
416 


DOMESTIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face  ; 
Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Speak  to  my  conscience,  speak  my  peace 

Through  his  atoning  blood  ; 
And  grant  me,  Lord,  a  full  release 
From  sin's  oppressive  load. 

4  Show  me  my  wants,  and  let  me  crave 

Nothing  but  what  is  right ; 
Help  me  by  faith  on  thee  to  live, 
Then  change  my  faith  to  sight. 

o  Guide  me  through  life's  uncertain  path, 
Nor  let  me  from  thee  stray  : 
Preserve  my  fleeting,  mortal  breath, 
Through  each  revolving  day. 

6  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
And  every  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

7  And  when  on  earth  I  close  my  eyes, 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heaven  and  glory  rise, 
To  enjoy  thy  smiling  face. 

kaq      Rothwell.  L.  II.  Steele. 

OOU  Evening  Reflections. 

GREAT  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song, 
With  humble  gratitude,  I  raise  ; 
Oh,  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 

And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gently-rolling  hour3 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 

And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 
jj  417 


MEANS   OF    GRACE, 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  :  His  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance,  at  thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  my  eyelids  close, 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 
Safe- in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 


XC\C\     R°chester-  C-  M-  **•  K-  White. 

Out)  Evening. 

OLORD,  another  day  is  flown, 
And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thou  lend  a  listening  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt !  for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  And  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray  : 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  are  we  less  than  they? 

4  0,  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part, 

And  let  contention  cease  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 
418 


PRAYER. 
PRAYER. 

Luton.  L.  M,  Hart. 


p 


UuU  "Mm  should  pray  always" 

("RAYEE  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 

In  every  case  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  ; 

Tho'  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak  ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus5  name. 

4  Depend  on  him — thou  canst  not  fail, 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known  ; 
Fear  not,  his  merits  must  prevail, 
*    Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

^w-s-.      Arlington.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

What  (sprayer? 
iKAYEE,  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Uttered  or  unexpressed  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 
Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 
Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 
419 


p 


MEANS    OF    GRACE. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air  ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays  !" 

6  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one, 

In  word,  and  deed,  and  mind, 
While  with  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

7  Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone ; 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads, 
And  Jesus,  on  the  eternal  throne, 
For  mourners  intercedes. 

8  0  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
The  j^ath  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod, 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

Qf\(\     Peterboro'.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

UU/V  For  gi°ace  to  pray  arigJit. 

LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
With  reverence  and  with  fear  ; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 
We  may,  we  must  draw  near. 

2  We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer  ; 

0  grant  us  power  to  pray ; 
And  when  to  meet  thee  we  prepare, 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

3  Burdened  with  guilt,  convinced  of  sin, 

In  weakness,  want,  and  woe, 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 
420 


PRAYER. 

4  God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  thee 

With  broken,  contrite  hearts  ; 
Give  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see — 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 

5  Give  deep  humility,  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong,  desiring  confidence 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live ; 

6  Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone, 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes 
On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone  ; 

7  Patience  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay  ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  thee  though  thou  slay. 

8  Give  these,  and  then  thy  will  be  done  ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

nr\f)   Winter.  C.  ML  Montgomery. 

UUU  For  various  Uessings. 

WHAT  shall  we  ask  of  God  in  prayer  ? 
Whatever  good  we  want, 
Whatever  man  may  seek  to  share, 
Or  God  in  wisdom  grant. 

2  Father  of  all  our  mercies,  thou 

In  whom  we  move  and  live, 
Hear  us  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling,  now, 
And  answer  and  forgive. 

3  When  bound  with  sin  and  trespasses, 

From  wrath  we  fain  would  flee  ; 
Lord,  cancel  our  unrighteousness, 

And  set  the  captives  free. 
jj*  421 


MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

4  When  harassed  by  ten  thousand  foes, 

Our  helplessness  we  feel : 

0  give  the  weary  soul  repose, 

The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5  When  dire  temptations  gather  round, 

And  threaten  or  allure, 
By  storm  or  calm,  in  thee  he  found 
A  refuge  strong  and  sure. 

6  When  age  advances,  may  we  grow 

In  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
And  walk  in  holiness  below 
To  holiness  above. 

7  When  earthly  joys  and  cares  depart, 

Desire  and  envy  cease, 
Be  thou  the  portion  of  our  heart, 
In  thee  may  we  have  peace. 

8  When  flames  these  elements  destroy, 

And  worlds  in  judgment  stand, 
May  we  lift  up  our  heads  with  joy, 
And  meet  at  thy  right  hand. 

OH  1      Swanwick.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

V\J t:  For  Wisdom. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  in  humble  prayer 
To  thee  our  souls  we  lift  ; 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare, 
For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth 

Along  our  path  to  flow ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below. 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray. 
422 


PRAYER. 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom — Lord,  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live  ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

5  For  we,  like  children,  born  in  sin, 

Know  not,  till  thou  hast  taught, 
How  to  go  out,  or  how  come  in, 
By  word,  or  deed,  or  thought. 

6  The  young  remember  thee  in  youth, 

Before  the  evil  days  ; 
The  old  be  guided  by  thy  truth, 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways. 

K     Woodland.  C    M.  C    Wesley. 

Opening  the  Exercises. 

SHEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve 
In  this  our  evil  day ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
0  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer  ! 

3  The  Spirit  of  interceding  grace, 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thyself  bestow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go  :— 

5  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unless 

Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me, 
With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless, 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
423 


MEANS   OF    GRACE. 

6  Then  let  me,  on  the  mountain  top, 
Behold  thy  open  face  ; 
Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallowed  up, 
And  prayer  in  endless  praise, 

nf\Q     Portugal.  L.  M.  Cowper. 

U^  w  Opening  the  Exercises. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat  ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw  ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love  ; 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?     Ah  !  think  again  : 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


( i 


607 


Hope.  S.  M.  C  Wesley. 

The  well-fought  day. 

PRAY,  without  ceasing,  pray, 
Your  Captain  gives  the  word  : 
His  summons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord  ; 
424 


PRAYER. 

To  God  your  every  want 

In  instant  prayer  display  ; 
Pray  always  ;  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 

2  In  fellowship — alone — 
To  God  with  faith  draw  near  ; 

Approach  his  courts,  besiege  his  throne 
With  all  the  power  of  prayer  : 

His  mercy  now  implore, 

And  now  show  forth  his  praise  ; 

In  shouts,  or  silent  awe,  adore 
His  miracles  of  grace. 

3  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 
Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day  ; 

Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  his  soldiers, — Come, 

Till  Christ  the  Lord  descend  from  high, 
And  take  the  conqu'rors  home. 

PAO     Alexandria.  C.  M.  Judson. 

t)UO  The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven, 
All  hallowed  be  thy  name  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will  be  done 
In  heaven  and  earth  the  same. 

2  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  ; 

And  as  we  those  forgive 
Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
Forgiving  grace  receive. 

3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not ; 

From  evil  set  us  free  ; 
And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, 
And  glory  ever  be. 

425 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

g(\r\      Ebor.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

WU  Heavenly  Aspirations, 

BEING  of  beings,  God  of  love, 
To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  sacrifice  receive  ; 
Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Heavenward  our  every  wish  aspires 

For  all  thy  mercy's  store  ; 
The  sole  return  thy  love  requires 
Is  that  we  ask  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  ask — we  open  then 

Our  hearts  to  embrace  thy  will ; 
Turn,  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again, 
With  all  thy  fullness  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 

And  be  with  Christ  in  God. 


610 


Brattle  Street.       C.  M.  Mrs.  Williams. 

Ha  b  it  ual  Devot  io  n . 


WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed  ; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 
426 


PRAYER. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Kesigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

Ban  coke  S.  M.  Newton. 

Coming  boldly  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace  ? 
The  promise"  calls  us  near  ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  we  see, 

Provides;  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love  ; 
We  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 

Teach  us  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  oui  will  to  thine  ; 
Let  us  victorious  be  in  death, 

And  then  in  glory  shine, 
42? 


611 


MEANS   OF    GRACE. 


5  If  thou  these  blessings  give, 
And  wilt  our  portion  be, 
All  worldly  joys  we'll  cheerful  leave. 
And  find  our  heaven  in  thee. 


612 


613 


Peace.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

For  perfect  Submission. 
T    WANT  a  heart  to  pray, 
A   To  pray,  and  never  cease  ; 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 
This  blessing,  above  all, — 

Always  to  pray, — I  want ; 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 
I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name  ; 
A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise  : 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 
I  rest  upon  thy  word, — 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee  : 
But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 

Azmon.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

For  a  Tender  Conscience. 

I  WANT  a  principle  within, 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, — 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near  ; 
'  428 


614 


PRAYER. 

I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 
Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 

To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 

The  tender  conscience  give. 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

0  God,  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 

If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove  ; 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away 

For  having  grieved  thy  love. 
0  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

Asylum.  5  7  &  3  6s.  C.  Wesley, 

Psalm  cxxi. 

TO  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
The  everlasting  hills  ; 
Streaming  thence  in  fresh  supplies, 

My  soul  the  Spirit  feels  : 
Will  he  not  his  help  afford  ? 

Help,  while  yet  I  ask,  is  given  : 
God  comes  down — the  Gocl  and  Lord 
That  made  both  earth  and  heaven. 

Faithful  soul,  pray  always  ;  pray, 

And  still  in  God  confide  ; 
He  thy  feeble  steps  shall  stay, 

JS"or  suffer  thee  to  slide  ; 
kk  429 


615 


MEANS   OF   GRACE. 

Lean  on  thy  Reedeemer's  breast ; 

He  thy  quiet  spirit  keeps  ; 
Rest  in  him,  securely  rest ; 

Thy  Watchman  never  sleeps. 

Neither  sin,  nor  earth,  nor  hell, 

Thy  Keeper  can  surprise  ; 
Careless  slumbers  cannot  steal 

On  his  all-seeing  eyes  ; 
He  is  Israel's  sure  defence  ; 

Israel  all  his  care  shall  prove, 
Kept  by  watchful  Providence, 

And  ever- waking  Love. 

See  the  Lord,  thy  Keeper,  stand 

Omnipotently  near  ; 
Lo  !  he  holds  thee  by  thy  hand, 

And  banishes  thy  fear  ; 
Shadows  with  his  wings  thy  head, 

Guards  from  all  impending  harms 
Round  thee  and  beneath  are  spread 

The  everlasting:  arms. 


"O 


Christ  shall  bless  thy  going  out, 

Shall  bless  thy  coming  in  ; 
Kindly  compass  thee  about, 

Till  thou  art  saved  from  sin  ; 
Like  thy  spotless  Master,  thou, 

Filled  with  wisdom,  love  and  power  ; 
Holy,  pure,  and  perfect, — now, 

Henceforth, -and  evermore. 

Paradise.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley, 

"  Purge  me,  and  I  shall  be  clean." 

Y  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry, 
Thee  only  would  I  know  ; 
Thy  purifying  blood  apply, 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow. 
430 


616 


PRAYER. 

Touch  me,  and  make  the  leper  clean  ; 

Purge  my  iniquity  ; 
Unless  thou  wash  my  soul  from  sin, 

I^have  no  part  in  thee. 

But  art  thou  not  already  mine  ? 

Answer,  if  mine  thou  art  ! 
Whisper  within,  thou  Love  Divine, 

And  cheer  my  drooping  heart. 

Behold,  for  me  the  Victim  bleeds, 

His  wounds  are  open  wide  : 
For  me  the  blood  of  sprinkling  pleads, 

And  speaks  me  justified. 

Woodland.  CM.  Brown. 

Evening. 

ILOYE  to  steal  awhile  away, 
From  every  cumb'ring  care  ; 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear  ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 

Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 

On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faitli  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  : 
The  prospect  does  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 

And  lead  to  endless  day. 
431 


617 


DEATH. 

Eve.  7s.  Newton 

"  In  full  assurance  of  faith." 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 
Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring, 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

With  my  burden  I  begin, 

Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 

Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 

Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 

Take  possession  of  my  breast, 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 

And  without  a  rival  reign. 

While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 
As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 
Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


XIII.     DEATH. 

/j-iQ     Give.  C.  M.  Young, 

Bereavement. 

.UR  hearts  are  fastened  to  this  world 
By  strong  and  endless  ties, 
And  every  sorrow  cuts  a  string, 
And  urges  us  to  rise. 
432 


o 


DEATH . 

2  When  God  would  kindly  set  us  free, 

And  earth's  enchantment  end, 
He  takes  the  most  effectual  means, 
And  robs  us  of  a  friend. 

3  Since  vain  all  here,  all  future  vast, 

Embrace  the  lot  assigned; 
Heaven  wounds  to  heal — its  frowns  are  friends, 
Its  strokes  severe,  most  kind. 

4  To  final  good  the  worst  events 

Through  secret  channels  run, 
Finish  for  saints  their  destined  course, 
As  'twas  for  saints  begun. 

5  0  for  that  summit  of  my  wish 

Whilst  here  I  draw  my  breath, 
That  promise  of  eternal  life, 
A  glorious  smile  in  death. 


619 


Aylesbury.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

What  comes  after  death  f 


AND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  tre^nbling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown — 
A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

Unpierced  by  human  thought, 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
Where  all  things  are  forgot  ? 

Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happiness  or  woe 

Must  then  my  portion  be  ; 
Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
And  see  the  judge  with  glory  crowned, 

And  see  the  flaming  skies. 
kk*  433 


DEATH. 

3  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 

With  triumph  or  regret? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curse  or  blessing  meet? 
Will  angel-bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away, 

To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 

4  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  damned  cast  out, 

Or  numbered  with  the  blest  ? 
I  must  from  God  be  driven, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell  ; 
Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 

Or  else  depart  to  hell. 

5  0  thou  that  would st  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die, 
Who  diedst  thyself  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery, 
Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  se^re, 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne 

I  may  with  joy  appear. 

£Ofl     Cole's  Hill.         C.  M.  Watts. 

\)/C\J  Hani  m  Frailty. 

THEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name, 
And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  we  be  ! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still 
As  days  and  months  increase  ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
434 


DEATH. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave: 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  thro'"  all  the  ground 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb, 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God.  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things — 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 

6  In  finite  joy  or  endless  woe 

Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken.  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

OD1       Chinn.  CM.  Village  Hymns. 

^  A  Death  of  a  faithful  Minister. 

FAB  from  affliction,  toil  and  care, 
The  happy  soul  is  fled  ; 
The  breathless  clay  shall  slumber  here, 
Among  the  silent  cead. 

2  The  Gospel  was  his  joy  and  song, 
E'en  to  his  latest  breath  ; 

The  truth  he  had  proclaimed  so  long, 
Was  his  support  in  death. 

3  Xow  he  resides  where  Jesus  is, 
Above  this  dusky  sphere  ; 

His  soul  was  ripened  for  that  bliss 
While  yet  he  sojourned  here. 


DEATH. 

4  The  church's  loss  we  all  deplore, 

And  shed  the  falling  tear  ; 
Since  we  shall  see  his  face  no  more. 
Till  Jesus  shall  appear. 

5  But  we  are  hastening  to  the  tomb, 

0  may  we  ready  stand  ; 
Then,  blessed  Lord,  receive  us  home, 
To  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

/^OD     Islington.  L.  M.  S.  Wesley,  Jr. 

\j&&         The  grass  icithereth — the  flower  fadeth. 

THE  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  untimely  blast, 

Parched  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows  ; 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colors  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years, 

Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 

With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine, 
Kevive  with  ever-during  bloom , 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour, 

If  heaven  must  recompense  our  pains  ; 
Perish  the  grass  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 
436 


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DEATH. 

Hedding.  4  8s  &  '1  6s.  C.  Wesley. 

"  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here.  ' 

AND  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
And  must  I  suddenly  comply 
With  nature's  stern  decree? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys  or  hellish  pains, 
To  all  eternity  ! 

How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live. 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay  I 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day. 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone, 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

The  inexorable  throne  ! 

Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray, 
Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happiness  ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart ! 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace  ! 

437 


DEATH. 

£vQ/f      Savannah.  8  8s.  C.  Wesley 

\j& ^  A  Brother  happy. 

REJOICE  for  a  brother  deceased  ; 
Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain  : 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  pain, — 
With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above,- — 
Escaped  to  the  mansions  of  light, 
And  lodged  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gained, 

Outnying  the  tempest  and  wind, 
His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtained, 

And  left  his  companions  behind, 
Still  tossed  on  a  sea  of  distress, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore, 
Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  ship's  compan}r  meet, 

Who  sailed  with  the  Saviour  beneath  ; 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  sorrow  and  death  : 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past : 
The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend 

For  ever  and  ever  shall  last. 

Defieury.  8  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

A  Sister  in  Heaven. 

HOSANNAH  to  Jesus  on  high  ! 
Another  has  entered  his  rest  ; 
Another  has  'scaped  to  the  sky, 

And  lodged  in  Immanuel's  breast. 
The  soul  of  our  sister  is  gone, 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above, 
Exalted  to  Jesus'  throne, 

And  clasped  in  the  arms  of  his  love. 
438 


625 


626 


DEATH. 

What  fullness  of  rapture  is  there, 

While  Jesus  his  glory  displays, 
And  purples  the  heavenly  air, 

And  scatters  the  odors  of  grace  ! 
He  looks — andJiis  servants  in  light 

The  blessings  ineffable  meet ; 
He  smiles — and  they  faint  at  the  sight, 

And  fall  overwhelmed  at  his  feet. 

How  happy  the  angels  that  fall 

Transported  at  Jesus'  name  ; 
The  saints  whom  he  soonest  shall  call, 

To  share  in  the  feast  of  the  Lamb  ! 
No  longer  imprisoned  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  his  dungeon  shall  fly  ? 
Who  first  shall  be  summoned  away  ? 

My  merciful  Lord,  is  it  I  ? 

0,  Jesus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

That  suddenly  I  should  depart, 
Thy  counsel  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whisper  the  call  in  my  heart : 
0  give  me  a  signal  to  know 

If  soon  thou  wouldst  have  me  remove, 
And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 

And  fly  to  the  regions  above. 

Peirce.  8  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

At  rest  and  happy. 

HOW  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  ! 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 
This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain  ; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again. 
439 


DEATH. 

2  No  anger,  henceforward,  nor  shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  : 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  passion  is  vanished  away. 
This  languishing  head  is  at  rest  ; 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er  ; 
This  quiet,  immovable  breast 

Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more. 

3  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Now  pealed  in  their  mortal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep  ; 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies  ; 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free  ; 
The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

priry     Sessions.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

\JiC  I       A  peaceful  death  expected  and  prayed  for. 

SHKINKING  from  the  cold  hand  of  death, 
I  soon  shall  gather  up  my  feet  ; 
Shall  soon  resign  this  fleeting  breath, 
And  die, — my  father's  God  to  meet. 

2  Numbered  among  thy  people,  I 

Expect  with  joy  thy  face  to  see  ; 
Because  thou  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Jesus,  in  death  remember  me  ! 

3  0  that,  without  a  lingering  groan, 

I  may  the  welcome  word  receive  ; 
My  body  with  my  charge  lay  down, 
And  cease  at  once  to  work  and  live. 

4  Walk  with  me  through  the  dreadful  shade, 

And,  certified  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  spirit  calm  and  undismayed, 
I  shall  into  thy  hands  resign. 
440 


DEATH. 


5  No  anxious  doubt,  no  guilty  gloom, 

Shall  damp  when  Jesus'  presence  cheers  : 
My  Light,  my  Life,  my  God  is  come, 
And  glory  in  his  face  appears. 


628 


Bangor.  C.  M.  Watts. 

A  voice  from  the  grave. 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  ; 
My  ears  attend  the  cry  ; — 
Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Shall  lie  as  low  as  ours. 

•   3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom, 
And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepared  no  more. 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick' ning  grace, 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

QO(\     Windham.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Yj&U  Christ1 's  presence  makes  death  easy. 

WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
ll  441 


DEATH. 

3  0  would  my  Lord  his  servant  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Xor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying- bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


rie\r\      Alexandria.         C.  M.  Stexnett. 

OOU  Death  of  Children. 

THY  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  I  take  these  little  lambs,  said  he, 

And  lay  them  in  my  breast; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  Death  may  the  bands,  of  life  unloose, 

But  not  dissolve  my  love  ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 

And  shout,  with  joys  divine, — 
0  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 
442 


631 


DEATH. 

Retreat.  L.  M.  Bathurst. 

The  Christian* s  parting  hour. 


HOW  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  da)*, 
When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene, 
And  when  the  sun,  with  cloudless  ray, 
Sheds  mellow  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour, 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest ; 
When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with  power, 

Sustains  and  cheers  his  languid  breast. 

Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, 
That  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek  ; 

They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh, 

In  language  that  no  tongue  can  speak. 

A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 
The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road  ; 

And  angels  are  attending  near, 
To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 

Who  would  not  wish  to  die  like  those 
Whom  God's  own  spirit  deigns  to  bless  ? 

To  sink  into  that  soft  repose, 

Then  wake  to  perfect  happiness  ? 


632 


Boylston.  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Friends  separated  for  a  season. 


FRIEND  after  friend  departs  : 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 
That  finds  not  here  an  end. 

Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 
Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 
Where  life  is  not  a  breath. 

443 


DEATH. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 
Formed  for  the  good  alone. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 
To  pure  and  perfect  day. 

/jqq     Fernhill.  8  7s.  0.  Wesley. 

UUO       Blessedness  of  those  ivho  die  in  the  Lord. 

HAKK  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky  : 
Happy  are  the  faithful  dead  ! 
In  the  Lord  who  $weetly  die, 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed  ; 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest ; 
Jesus  is  their  great  reward, 
Jesus  is  their  endless  rest. 

2  Followed  by  their  works  they  go, 

Where  their  Head  is  gone  before  ; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  opened  mercy's  door  ; 
Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
Here  they  lay  their  burden  clown, 

Hallowed,  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 

00»      Fenburn.  S.  M.  Chur.  Psal, 

UOi  Zet  me  die  the  death  of.  the  righteous. 

OFOR  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  t 
O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose. 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 
444 


DEATH. 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground. 

In  silent  hope,  may  lie 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  0  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 

0  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  mv  last  reward. 


635  * 


Naomi.  C.  M.  Coxder's  Col. 

Death  gain  to  the  faithful. 


WHY  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow 
When  God  recalls  his  own, 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest  ; 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow  : 

God  has  recalled  his  own  ; 
But  let  our  hearts  in  every  woe, 
Still  say,  Thy  will  be  done. 
ll*  445 


636 


DEATH. 
Accomac.  L.  M.  Barbauld. 


H 


The  end  of  that  man  is  peace. 

OW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies^ 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 


687 


How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 


China.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  death  of  a  Pastor. 

TO  thee,  0  God,  when  creatures  fail, 
Thy  flock,  deserted,  flies  ; 
And  on  the  eternal  Shepherd's  care 
Our  steadfast  hope  relies. 

When  o'er  thy  faithful  servant's  dust 

Thy  saints  assembled  mourn, 
In  speedy  tokens  of  thy  grace, 

0  Zion's  God,  return  ! 
446 


DEATH. 

3  The  powers  of  nature  all  are  thine, 

And  thine  the  aids  of  grace  ; 
Thine  arm  has  borne  thy  churches  up 
Through  each  succeeding  race. 

4  Exert,  thy  sacred  influence  here,    * 

And  here  thy  suppliants  bless  ; 
And  change  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise 
Our  accents  of  distress. 

6qq     Gardner.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

*0(j  The  crowning  hour. 

SERVANT  of  God,  well  done  ! 
Thy  glorious  warfare's  past ; 
The  battle's  fought,  the  race  is  won, 
And  thou  art  crowned  at  last  ; 

2  Of  all  thy  heart's  desire 

Triumphantly  possessed  ; 
Lodged  by  the  ministerial  choir 
In  thy  Redeemer's  breast. 

3  In  condescending  love, 

Thy  ceaseless  prayer  he  heard, 
And  bade  thee  suddenly  remove 
To  thy  complete  reward. 

4  With  saints  enthroned  on  high, 

Thou  dost  thy  Lord  proclaim, 
And  still  to  God  salvation  cry, — 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ! 

5  0  happy,  happy  soul  ! 

In  ecstaci.es  of  praise, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll 

Thou  seest  thy  Saviour's  face. 

6  Redeemed  from  earth  and  pain, 

Ah  !  when  shall  we  ascend, 
And  all  in  Jesus'  presence  reign 
With  our  translated  friend  ? 
447 


DEATH. 

£qq      Alma.  8s  &  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

\JUV  p/le  dayS  0y  fay  mourning  are  ended. 

HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
All  thy  mourning  days  below; 
Go,  by  angel  guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go  ! 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above, 

Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 

Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 

4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

*  Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory, 
Suffer  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

nif\      Hebron.  L.  M.  Watts. 

UtfcvJ  T^  grave  shall  restore  its  trust. 

UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds  :  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept  ; — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  thro'  the  grave,  and  bless'd  the  bed  ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 
448 


DEATH. 


Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  ; 

Attend,  0  earth  !   his  sovereign  word  ; 
Kestore  thy  trust, — a  glorious  form, — 

Called  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 


641 


Pleyel.  8  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

Present  with  the  Lord. 

LO  !  the  prisoner  is  released, 
Lightened  of  his  fleshly  load, 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 

He  is  gathered  into  God  ! 
Lo  !  the  pain  of  life  is  past, 

All  his  warfare  now  is  o'er  ; 
Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast ; 
Grief  and  suffering  are  no  more. 

2  Join  we  then,  with  one  accord, 

In  the  new  and  joyful  song  : 
Absent  from  our  loving  Lord, 

We  shall  not  continue  long  ; 
We  shall  quit  the  house  of  clay, 

We  a  better  lot  shall  share, 
We  shall  see  the  realms  of  day, 

Meet  our  happy  brother  there. 

/j  .a      Judah.  L.  M.  Dwight. 

\J~k&  Day  dawns  on  the  night  of  the  grave. 

SHALL  man,  0  God  of  light  and  life, 
For  ever  moulder  in  the  grave? 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power,  to  save? 

2  In  those  dark,  silent  realms  of  night 
Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  ? 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 
Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies? 
449 


DEATH, 


3  Cease — cease,  ye  vain,  desponding  fears  : 

When  Christ,  our  Lord, from  darkness  sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 

And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 


Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 
Unfold,  to  make  his  children  way  ; 

They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

The  trump  shall  sound — the  dead  shall  wake ; 

From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring  ; 
Through  heaven,  with  joy  their  myriads  rise, 

And  hail  their  Saviour  and  their  King. 


AiQ      Chester.  CM.  Watts. 

U4:U  Funeral  of  a  Christian. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head? 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

450 


DEATH, 


Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 

Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies  I 


~.  .      Hermon.  C.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

1^4:4:  Journeying  through  death  to  life. 

THRO'  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 
Arnid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  a  heavenly  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  in  the  grave, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise, 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes,  too, — this  little  dust, — 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Until  the  final  trump  shall  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  our  long-silent  dust  shall  rise, 
With'  shouts  of  endless  praise  ! 
451 


A 


DEATH. 

Qif-y      Dikcman.  "S.  M.  Watts. 

\J-x\J       Sown  a  natural,  raised  a  spiritual  body. 
KD  must  this  body  die — 
This  well-wrought  frame  decay? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  my  Eedeemer  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array 'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love : 
0  may  we  bless  thy  grace  below, 
n     And  sing  thy  grace  above  ! 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

njin      Anthem  P.  M.  Pope. 

U4tU  The  dying  Christian. 

YITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  0  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 
452 


DEATH . 


2  Hark  !  they  whisper  !  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! 

What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath, 

Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  !  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount  !  I  fly  ! 
0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ! 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ! 


647 


Oldham.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Present  suffering  future  glory. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  or  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high, 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants. 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  suffer  on  my  three  score  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravished  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see  ! 

And  trees  of  Paradise  ! 

mm  453 


DEATH. 

I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 

They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

4  0  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet  ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  clay. 

£.q     Hendon.  7's  Montgomery. 

04O  The  Summons. 

u  OPIRIT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay  ; 

O  Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath  ; 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away  ; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death  :" 
Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks, 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies  ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks  ; 

And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 

2  "  Prisoner,  long  detained  below, 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe, 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest :" 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high  ; 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 

Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
Every  atom  of  thy  trust 
Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise : 
454 


DEATH. 

Hark  !  the  judgment-trumpet  calls — 
"  Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay  ; 

Immortality  thy  walls, 
And  eternity  thy  day." 

Qi(\      Henry.  C.  M.  Watts. 

U-±£/  ' '  Blessed  are  the  dead,"  dec. 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names. 
And  soft  their  dying  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest  ; 

How  calm  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  woes  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Till  that  illustrious  morning  come, 

When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
And,  decked  in  full  immortal  bloom, 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies  : 

4  Their  tongues,  great  Prince  of  life,  shall  join 

With  their  recovered  breath, 
And  all  the  immortal  host  ascribe 
Their  victory  to  thy  death. 

Rest.  L.  M.  Mackay. 

Asleep  in  Jesus. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep — 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0,  how  sweet 

To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet  ! 

With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  Death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting  ! 

455 


651 


DEATH. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest : 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   0,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Affects  this  precious  hiding-place  : 
On  Indian  plains  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

0  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Hermon.  C.  M.  Heber. 

Dwelling  among  the  tombs. 

BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
Is  equal  warning  given  : 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 

2  Their  names  are  graven  on  the  stone, 

Their  bones  are  in  the  clay  ; 
And  ere  another  day  is  gone 
Ourselves  may  be  as  they. 

3  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour  ! 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 
458 


PROSPECT   OF    HEAVEN. 

5  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage. 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

6  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  : 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

7  Turn,  Christian,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  forms  which  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 


XIY.  PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

Coronation.  C.  M.  C    Wesley 

Foretaste  of  Heaven. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven, 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet,  oh,  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours, 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay  ! 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  ; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

mm*  45? 


653 


PROSPECT   OF   HEAVEN, 

0  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  ? 

Ariel  when  the  vessels  break, 
Then  shall  our  ransomed  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  alb  eternity. 

Gerar.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

11 A  house  not  made  v:iih  hands." 

WE  know,  by  faith  we  know, 
If  this  vile  house  of  clay, 
This  tabernacle,  sink  below 

In  ruinous  decay, 
We  have  a  house  above, 

Not  made  with  mortal  hands, 

And  firm  as  our  Kedeemer's  love 

That  heavenly  fabric  stands  ; 

It  stands  securely  high, 

Indissolubly  sure  ; 
Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky 

Shall  evermore  endure : 
0  were  we  entered  there, 

To  perfect  heaven  restored  ! 
0  were  we  all  caught  up  to  share 

The  triumph  of  our  Lord  ! 

For  this  in  faith  we  call, 

For  this  we  weep  and  pray  : 
0  might  the  tabernacle  fall  ! 

0  might  we  'scape  away  ! 
Full  of  immortal  hope, 

We  urge  the  restless  strife, 
And  hasten  to  be  swallowed  up 

Of  everlasting  life. 
458 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

n*  a       Eltham.  8  7s.  Montgomery. 

UtJ-i  "  Who  are  these  in  white  raiment?"' 

WHO  are  these  in  bright  array, 
This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 

Tuning  their  triumphant  song  ? 
ic  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  eternal  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  haDd, 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears, 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

Grod  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

Woodland.  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Better  Zand. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers  ; — 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
459 


PROSPECT  OF  HE  A  VEX. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea. 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  0  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  thoughts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ; 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Henry.  CM.  Stennett. 

The  Heivcnly  Canaan. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vale, 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  for  ever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 
4C>0 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
« 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  he  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

Y  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There,  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains, 
Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire, 
But  in  perpetual,  joyful  strains, 
Kedeeming  love  admire. 

n^M     Wilmington.  C.  M.  Anon. 

\jO  I  "  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home." 

JEKUSALEM  !  my  happy  home  ? 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 

3  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  the  courts  ascend. 
Whose  congregation  ne'er  breaks  up, 
Whose  Sabbath  has  no  end? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Bless' d  seats  !  thro'  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you  ! 
4G1 


PROSPECT   OF   HEAVEN. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 

I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 
> 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand. 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
When  I  thy  joy  shall  see. 


658 


Albany.  6  8s.  Anon. 

Magnificence  of  Heaven. 

SINCE  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 
Such  beauteous  gems  are  thrown, 
0  what  magnificence  must  glow, 

My  God,  around  thy  throne  ! 
So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light, 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls — how  bright  ! 

2  If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky, 

With  thousand  stars  inwrought, — 
Hung  like  some  royal  canopy, 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught, — 
Be,  Lord,  thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
What  glory  round  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 

3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noontide  hour, 

Forth  from  his  flaming  vase, 
Flinging  o'er  earth  his  golden  shower, 

Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze, 
But  shows,  0  Lord,  one  beam  of  thine — 
What  then  the  day  where  thou  dost  shine  ? 
462 


PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN. 

4  All,  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 
That  noon  of  living  rays  ? 
Or  how  rny  spirit,  so  impure, 
Upon  thy  brightness  gaze  ? 
Anoint, -0  Lord,  anoint  my  sight, 
And  robe  me  for  that  world  of  light. 

n^(\      Portland.  8  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

vXJ£/  The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

A  WAY  with  our  sorrow  and  fear  ! 
.IX  We  soon  shall  recover  our  home, 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 

The  day  of  eternity  come  ; 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode. 
The  house  of  our  Father  above, 
The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 

2  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When  raised  by  the  life-giving  word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord, 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

ISTo  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air  ; 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin, 

No  shadow  of  evil  is  there  ! 

3  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  ; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear, 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands  as  she  ever  has  stood, 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays, 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

4  No  need  of  the  sun  in  that  day, 

Which  never  is  followed  by  night, 
Where  Jesus' s  beauties  display 
A  pure  and  a  permanent  light ; 
463 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

The  Lamb  is  their  light  and  their  sun, 
And  lo  !  by  reflection  they  shine. 

With  Jesus  ineffably  one, 

And  bright  in  effulgence  divine  ! 

5  The  saints  in  his  presence  receive 

Their  great  and  eternal  reward — 
In  Jesus,  in  heaven  they  live, 

They  reign  in  the  smile  of  their  Lord  : 
The  flame  of  angelical  love 

Is  kindled  at  Jesus' s  face, 
And  all  the  enjoyment  above 

Consists  in  the  rapturous  gaze. 

Of)f\      Ortonville.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

UU\y  The  living  and  the  dead  one  family. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 
That  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  his  praises  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone, 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death . 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  commands  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 
464 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN, 


6  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide  ; 
Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  the  cold  waves  of  death  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 


661 


Chopin.  C.  M.  Anon. 

Celestial  Prospects. 

SWEET  glories  rush  upon  my  sight, 
And  charm  my  wondering  eyes  ; 
The  regions  of  immortal  light, 
The  beauties  of  the  skies. 

2  All  hail  !  ye  fair  celestial  shores  ! 

Ye  lands  of  endless  day  ! 
Swift  on  my  view  your  prospect  pours, 
And  drives  my  griefs  away. 

3  There's  a  delightful  clearness  now, 

My  clouds  of  doubt  are  gone, 
Fled  is  my  former  darkness  too, 
My  fears  are  all  withdrawn. 

4  Short  is  the  passage — short  the  space 

Between  my  home  and  me  ; 
There  !  there  behold  the  radiant  place  ! 
How  near  the  mansions  be  ! 

5  Immortal  wonders,  boundless  things, 

In  those  dear  worlds  appear  ; 
Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  stretch  my  wings, 
And  in  those  glories  share. 

nfiCk     Stockwell.  8s  &  7s.  Anon. 

oo2 


The  Further  Shor 


PASTING  soul  !  the  floods  await  thee. 
And  the  billows  round  thee  roar  ; 
Yet  rejoice, — the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 
nn  465 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

2  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory  ; 

There  the  living  waters  glide  ; 

There  the  just,  in  shining  raiment, 

Stand  by  our  Immanuers  side. 

3  Linger  not, — the  stream  is  narrow, 

Though  its  cold  dark  waters  rise  ; 
He  who  passed  the  flood  before  thee, 
Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 

r)f)f\     Arundel.  C.  M.  Steele. 

UUO  Glories  of  Heaven. 

FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  nTght 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair,  distant  land  ! — could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair  ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  0  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high  ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 
466 


664 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

Lauesboro'.  CM.  Watts. 

The  Saints  in  Glory. 


GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 


o 


2  Once  they  were  mourners  here  below, 

And  poured  out  cries  and  tears  ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb — 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  niark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod  ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast  ; 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  given  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


na^      ^ive.  C.  M.  Anon. 

000  The  Goodly  Prospect. 

SWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love 
Lie  just  before  mine  eye, 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  those  rivers  fly, 
I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind  ; 
Would  cross  cold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 
467 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

2  I  view  the  monster  death,  and  smile. 

Now  he  has  lost  his  sting  ; 
Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 

I  still  in  triumph  sing ; 
By  faith  I  see  the  radiant  throne, 

The  croAvn  of  life  for  me, 
By  faith  I  claim  it  as  my  own, 

And  wait  my  Lord  to  see. 

3  In  a  few  toilsome  years,  at  most, 

My  sorrow  will  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  join  the  heavenly  host 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
My  raptured  soul  with  joy  shall  drink 

Of  love's  unbounded  sea, 
And  only  live  to  speak  and  think 

Of  him  who  died  for  me. 

GGG  Peaceful  Rest<     8  6,  8  8  6.  Tappan. 

OUU  The  Land  of  Rest, 

THEKE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, — 
'Tis  found  above,  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye3 

To  brighter  prospects  given, 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by? 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  B.jy 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 
468 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

^/^     Park  street.         L.  M.  Steele. 

Ot)  I  The  Worship  of  Heaven. 

OFOR  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns. 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all, 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  the  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze  : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir  : 
Oh  !  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire. 

6  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  Spirit  seal 

Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place, 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

nn*  469 


66 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

Orland.  L.  M.  Pierson's  Col. 

The  Redeemed  in  Heaven. 

LO  !  round  the  throne  a  glorious  band, 
The  saints  in  countless  myriads  stand  ; 
Of  every  tongue  redeemed  to  God, 
Arrayed  in  garments  washed  in  blood. 

2  Through  tribulation  great  they  came  ; 
They  bore  the  cross,  despised  the  shame  ; 
But  now  from  all  their  labors  rest, 

In  God's  eternal  glory  blest. 

3  They  see  the  Saviour  face  to  face  ; 
They  sing  the  triumph  of  his  grace  ; 
And  day  and  night,  with  ceaseless  praise, 
To  him  their  loud  hosannas  raise, 

4  0,  may  we  tread  the  sacred  road 
That  holy  saints  and  martyrs  trod  ; 
Wage  to  the  end  the  glorious  strife, 
And  win,  like  them,  a  crown  of  life. 

aa/a      John's  street.        P.  M.  Olivers. 

UU€/  Heavenward  hound. 

THE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 

In  all  his  ways. 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend, 

He  calls  himself  my  God  ; 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 
Through  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Though  nature's  strength  decay, 
And  earth  and  hell  withstand, 
To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way, 
At  God's  command. 
470 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN". 

The  watery  deep  I  pass. 

With  Jesus  in  my  view  ; 
And  through  the  howling  wilderness 

My  way  pursue. 

3  The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest  ; 
The  land  of  sacred  liberty. 

And  endless  rest. 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound  ; 
And  trees  of  life  for  ever  grow 

With  mercy  crowned. 

4  Before  the  great  Three  One 

They  all  exulting  stand, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done 

Through  all  their  land. 
The  listening  spheres  attend, 

And  swell  the  growing  fame, 
And  sing,  in  songs  which  never  end, 

The  wondrous  name. 

5  Before  the  Saviour's  face 

The  ransomed  nations  bow  ; 
O'erwhelmed  with  his  almighty  grace, 

For  ever  new  ; 
He  shows  his  prints  of  love — 

They  kindle  to  a  flame  ; 
And  sound  through  all  the  worlds  above 

The  slaughtered  Lamb. 

Laban.  S.  M.  C.  Wesley 

TJie  Miss  of  Heaven. 

OWHAT  a  mighty  change 
Shall  Jesus'  sufferers  know, 
While  o'er  the  happy- plains  they  range, 
Incapable  of  woe  ! 

471 


670 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

No  ill-requited  love 

Shall  there  our  spirits  wound  ; 
No  base  ingratitude  above, 

No  sin  in  beaven  is  found. 

There  all  our  griefs  are  spent, 

There  all  our  sorrows  end  ; 
We  cannot  there  the  fall  lament 

Of  a  departed  friend, 
A  brother  dead  to  God, 

By  sin,  alas,  undone  ; 
No  father  there,  in  passion  loud, 

Cries,  "  0  my  son,  my  son  I" 

No  sligbtest  touch  of  pain, 

Nor  sorrow's  least  alloy, 
Can  violate  our  rest,  or  stain 

Our  purity  of  joy  : 
In  that  eternal  day 

No  clouds  or  tempests  rise  ; 
There  gushing  tears  are  wiped  away 

For  ever  from  our  eyes. 


671 


St.  Martin's.         C.  M.  Steele. 

Heaven  anticipated. 

COME,  Lord,  and  warm  eacb  languid  heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue, 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

Then,  to  the  shining  realms  of  bliss, 

The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  Paradise 

Our  raptured  thoughts  explore. 

There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 
And  endless  honors  to  his  name 

Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

472 


PROSPECT   OF   HEAVEN. 


Lord  !  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire, 
Till,  in  the  blissful  courts  above, 

We  join  the  heavenly  choir. 


672 


Wilinot.  7s.  Montgomery. 

The  Victory  of  the  Saints. 

PALMS  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 
Crowns  which  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light  ; 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors,  they, 

2  Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 
Victory  through  his  cross  alone. 

3  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 

Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords, 
"  Take  the  kingdom  ;  it  is  thine. 
King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords." 
• 

4  Round  the  altar  priests  confess, 

With  their  robes  made  white  as  snow, 
'Twas  their  Saviour's  righteousness, 
And  his  blood,  which  made  them  so. 

5  Who  were  these  ?  on  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race  ; 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering,  felt, 
But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 

6  They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  ; 

And  when  we,  like  them,  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high. 
473 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

ryyci     Cambridge.  C.  M.  Watts. 

^  ■  U  Heavenly  Rest. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage; 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  1  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


674 


Albion.  C.  M.  Dr.  Nelson. 

A  better  world  in  prospect.      • 


jfinWAS  told  me  in  my  early  day, 

JL    That  pleasant  waters  flow 
Gently  beside  life's  peaceful  way  : 
I  have  not  found  it  so. 

I  thought  there  grew  on  earthly  ground 

Some  buds  without  decay  ; 
But  not  a  single  flower  I've  found 

That  does  not  fade  away. 

I  wish  to  see  a  fairer  world  ; 

I've  heard  of  one  on  high, 
Where  every  tear,  by  one  kind  hand, 

Is  wiped  from  every  eye. 
47*4 


675 


PROSPECT    OF    IIEAVEN. 

"lis  said  the  King  of  that  bright  place 
Still  welcomes  travelers  there  ; 

Oh,  come  and  let  us  seek  his  grace, 
And  in  his  glory  share. 

Auburn.  8s.  Cowper. 

Longing  to  be  with  Christ. 

TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 
Oh  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim  !  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour  !  whom  absent  I  love  ; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore  ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power  ; — 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee  ; 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins, 

Arrayed  in  thy  glories  I'll  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 

nryn      Wesley.  L.  M.  Anon. 

OID  The  Better  Land. 

I^HEEE  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen, 
.     In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 
So  bright  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught ; — 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain  ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 
475 


677 


PROSPECT    OF    HEAVEN. 

Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 

It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise, 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 
Across  that  calm,  serene  abode  ; 

The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find, 
Within  the  Paradise  of  God. 

Boylston.  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

With  the  Lord. 
H  T?OE  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 
Jl    Amen  !  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  the  word : 
;Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  him  I  roam  ! 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high  ! 

Home  of  my  soul — how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  fore-seeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  Ah  !  then  my  spirit  faints, 

To  reach  the  land  I  love  ; 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above  ! 

5  But  clouds  still  intervene, 

And  all  my  comfort  flies  : 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

6  Anon  at  his  control, 

The  wind  and  waters  cease, 
While  sweetly  o'er  my  raptured  soul 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 

476 


PROSPECT   OF    HEAVEN. 

Oh  !   when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

"  Knowing  as  I  am  known  !" 
How  shall  I  love  that  word — 

And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  I" 


v     Give.  C.  M.  Toplady. 

'  Sweet  Anticipations. 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  thy  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward  and  behold 
Eternal  iovs  mv  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ! 

oo  411 


RESURRECTION    AND    JUDGMENT. 

f$ry(\      Amsterdam.      5  7s  &  3  6s.  Seagrave. 

\)  (V  Pressing  onward  to  the  shies. 

ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 


& 


Thy  better  portion  trace 
Kise,  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Kise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 
Kivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
So  the  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
Cease,  my  soul,  0  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  : 
Soon  thy  Saviour  will  return 

To  take  thee  to  the  skies  : 
There  is  everlasting  peace, 

Kest,  enduring  rest,  in  heaven  : 
There  will  sorrows  ever  cease, 

And  crowns  of  joy  be  given. 


XV.  KESURKECTION  AND  JUDGMENT. 

nnf\     Walsal.  C.  M.  Addison. 

UOU  The  Judgment  anticipated. 

HEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 


w: 


O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

478 


RESURRECTION   AND   JUDGMENT. 

2  If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks 
And  trembles  at  the  thought. 

3  When  thou,  0  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed, 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
•  Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

4  Then  see  my  sorrows,  gracious  Lord ! 

Let  mercy  set  me  free, 
While,  in  the  confidence  of  prayer, 
My  heart  takes  hold  of  thee. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Thy  mercy  to  procure, 
Since  thy  beloved  Son  has  died 

To  make  that  mercy  sure. 
£01       Underwood.  S.  Mi  Doddridge. 

OOl  The  Judgment. 

AND  will  the.  Judge  descend  ? 
And  must  the  dead  arise, 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound, 
And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng 
Spread  black  despair  around  : 

3  u  Depart  from  me,  accursed, 

To  everlasting  llame, 
For  rebel-angels  first  prepared, 
•Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day. 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away? 
179 


RESURRECTION  AND  JUDGMENT. 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled, 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

£00     Aylesbury.  S..M.  C.  Wesley. 

UO/O  Preparation  for  Judgment. 

I^HOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
.   Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear, 
Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray  ; 

2  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 
The  immortal  Son  of  man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace.  • 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

To  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
For  ever  let  the  archangel's  voice, 
Be  sounding  in  our  ears 
480 


RESURRECTION  AND  JUDGMENT. 

The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come  ; 

Arise  and  meet  him  in  the  sky. 
And  meet  your  instant  doom  !" 

0  may  we  thus  he  found 

Obedient  to  his  word  : 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  the  Lord  ! 
0  may  we  thus  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest, 
And  watch  a  moment — to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest  ! 

Meodom.  7  6s  &  1  8.  C.  Wesley. 

Triumph  in  Immortality. 

STAND,  the  omnipotent  decree, 
Jehovah's  will  be  done  ! 
Nature's  end  Ave  wait  to  see, 
And  hear  her  final  groan. 
Let  this  earth  dissolve,  and  blend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  the  just, 
Let  those  pond'rous  orbs  descend, 
And  grind  us  into  dust. 

Rests  secure  the  righteous  man  ! 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rise  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck  ; 
Lo  !  the  heavenly  Spirit  towers 

Like  name  o'er  nature's  funeral  pyre, 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 

And  claps  his  wings  of  fire  ! 

Nothing  hath  the  just  to  lose, 
By  worlds  on  worlds  destroyed  ; 

Far  beneath  his  feet  he  views, 
With  smiles,  the  naming  void  ; 
oo*  481 


RESURRECTION  AND  JUDGMENT. 

See  the  universe  renewed, 

The  grand  millennial  reign  begun  ; 
Shouts,  with  all  the  sons  of  God, 

Around  the  eternal  throne  ! 

4  Besting  in  this  glorious  hope, 

To  be  at  last  restored, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword  ; 
Listening  for  the  call  divine, 

The  latest  trumpet  of  the  seven, 
Soon  our  soul  and  dust  shall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 

qq  m      IJamden.  8s,  7s  &  1  4.  C.  Wesley. 

UUt:      The  day  of  your  redemption  draweth  near. 

LIFT  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus, 
Partners  in  his  suffering  here  ; 
Christ,  to  all  believers  precious, 
Lord  of  lords,  shall  soon  appear  : 

Mark  the  tokens 
Of  his  heavenly  kingdom  near. 

2  Close  behind  the  tribulation 
Of  the  last  tremendous  days, 
See  the  flaming  revelation, 
See  the  universal  blaze  ! 

Earth  and  heaven 
Melt  before  the  Judge's  face  1 


Sun  and  moon  are  both  confounded 

ight, 


Darkened  into  endless  night. 


When  with  angel  hosts  surrounded, 
In  his  Father's  glory  bright 
Beams  the  Saviour, 
Shines  the  everlasting  Light. 
482 


RESURRECTION  AND  JUDGMENT. 

See  the  stars  from  heaven  falling, 
Hark  on  earth  the  doleful  cry, 

Men  on  rocks  and  mountains  calling, 
While  the  frowning  Judge  draws  nigh, 
"  Hide  us,  hide  us, 

Rocks  and  mountains,  from  his  eye  I" 

With  what  different  exclamation 
Shall  the  saints  his  "banner  see  ! 

By  the  tokens  of  his  passion, 
By  the  marks  received  for  me, 

All  discern  him, 
All  with  shouts  cry  out,  "  'Tis  He  !" 

Yes,  the  prize  shall  then  be  given, 

We  his  open  face  shall  see  ; 
Love,  the  earnest  of  our  heaven. 

Love  our  full  reward  shall  be  ! 
Love  shall  crown  us 

Kings,  through  all  eternity. 


^      Lanesville.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Judge  descending. 

HE  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Judge  severe  ! 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll  : 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul ! 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound  ; 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crowned  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  1 
483 


RESURRECTION  AND  JUDGMENT. 

4  Shout,  all  the  people  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High  ; 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 

CIQCS.     UQam  8s,  7s  &  1  4.  Olivers. 

UCU  "Behold,  he  cometh  with  chuds." 

LO  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Kobed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens*  of  his  passion 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears — 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransomed  worshipers, 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars  ! 

4  Yea,  amen — let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thy  eternal  throne  ; 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  : 

Jah  !  Jehovah  ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down  ! 
aqw     Islington.  L    M.  Heber. 

UO  I  The  Lord  coming  to  Judgment. 

THE  Lord  shall  come  !  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 
484     ' 


RESURRECTION  AND  JUDGMENT. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  loneliness  he  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come  !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  rainbow  wreath  and  robes  of  storm  ; 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  Judge  of  all  mankind. 

4  Can  this  be  he,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
Oppressed  by  power,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene — the  Crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 
"Rocks,  hide  us  !  mountains  on  us  fall  I*? 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing,  "The  Lord  is  come  !" 


6qq     Winchester.  L.  M.  W.  Scott. 

OO  The  Dreadful  Day. 

THE  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day — 

2  When,  shriv'ling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
And,  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  ? 

3  Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  0  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

485 


RESURRECTION  AND  JUDGMEN.. 

£OH     Bancor-  C.  M.  Watts. 

"{-)&  TTie  dreadful  sentence. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
The  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word, — Depart  ! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ; 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  for  ever  fly  ? 

5  0  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love. 

nf\r\     ^ucJa^-  L-  M.  Watts. 

byu 


"  I  shall  btJiold  thy  face  in  righteousness." 


w 


HAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 


Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 

This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere — 
When  shall  I  wake  ami  find  me  there  ? 
486 


691 


RESURRECTION    AND    JUDGMENT. 

0  glorious  hour  !  0  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ! 
And  sin  and  grief  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

My  flesh  will  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Heard.  C.  M.  Axon. 

A  lively  Hope. 

SWEET  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope 
That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

2  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 

View  Jesus  and  adore  ; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Soon,  too,  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 

The  trumpet's  quickening  sound, 
And  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

4  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  rapture  must  the  church  above 
In  Jesus'  presence  know  ! 

r)f\r\      China.  C.  ML  C.  Wesley. 

\JV&  Secrets  of  the  heart  made  known. 

AND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

487 


RESURRECTION    AND    JUDGMENT. 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live, 

With  what  religious  fear, 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here. 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  power  bestow  ; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near  ; 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

C$(\Q     Brest.  8s,  7s  &  1  4.  Newton, 

U£/0  Judgment. 

AY  of  Judgment !  day  of  wonders  ! 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  ten  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 
See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ; 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  !" 

Gracious  Saviour  ! 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 
At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Kise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner  ! 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 
488 


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RESURRECTION    AND   JUDGMENT. 

But  to  those  who  have  confessed. 
Loved,  and  served  the  Lord  below, 

He  will  say,  "Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  ! 

You  for  ever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know. 


694 


Meribah.  4  8s  &  2  6s.  Rippon. 

The  Saint  at  Christ's  right  hand. 


WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge  shaft  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 
Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 

2  Blest  Saviour  !  grant  it  by  thy  grace  ; 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding  place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  0,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, — 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

3  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then,  rilled  with  rapture,  shall  I  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

4  Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praises  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  heaven. 
pp  489 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

XVI.  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 


695 


S: 


FAST   DAY. 

Dundee  C.  M.  Steele. 

Fast  Day. 
EE,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments,  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  powers  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

4  0  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  redeeming  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear, 
Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 
When  God,  our  God  is  near. 

nf\n      Clarendon.  C.  M.  Anon. 

Ut/v/  Judgments  and  Blessings. 

IN  vain  opposing  nations  rage, 
If  God  with  us  abide  ; 
One  word  of  his  dissolves  their  strength, 
And  humbles  all  their  pride. 
490 


FAST   DAY. 

His  wisdom  sees  correction  meet 


He  gives  the  dread  command, 
And  war  its  desolation  spreads 

Through  every  trembling  land. 
His  purpose  wrought,  again  he  speaks, 

And  desolations  cease  ; 
War's  loud  alarms  are  heard  no  more, 

And  all  the  world  is  peace. 
Mortals,  adore  his  sovereign  power, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  : 
Through  all  your  various  tribes  be  still, 

And  know  that  he  is  God. 


D" 


^O'T      Bavaria.  8s  &  7s.  Anon 

Pardon  implored  for  national  sins. 
"READ  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations  ! 
From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications  ; 
Now  for  their  deliv'rance  rise. 
Lo  !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 

In  thy  holy  place  we  bend ; 
Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning  ; 

Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 
Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding  ; 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 
Let  that  mercy  veil  transgression  ; 

Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface  : 
Save  thy  people  from  oppression  ; 
Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 
Holuian.  C.  M.  Steele. 

Impending  Judgments. 

COME,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 
Whose  judgments  yet  delay  ; 
Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword, 
And  gives  us  time  to  prav. 
491 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Great  is  our  guilt,  our  fears  are  great, 

But  let  us  not  despair  ; 
Still  open  is  the  mercy-seat 

To  penitence  and  prayer. 

Kind  intercessor,  to  thy  love 
This  blessed  hope  we  owe  ; 

0  let  thy  merits  plead  above, 
While  we  implore  below. 

Though  justice  near  thy  «,wful  throne 
Attends  thy  dread  command, 

Lord,  hear  thy  servants,  hear  thy  Son, 
And  save  a  guilty  land. 


THANKSGIVING. 

Odd     Devises.  C.  M.  Wreford. 

\)VU  For  tlie  Fourth  of  July. 

LOED,  while  for  ail  mankind  we  pray, 
Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
0  hear  us  for  our  native  land, — 
The  land  we  love  the  most  I 

2  0  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe? 

With  peace  our  borders  bless, 
With  prosp'rous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Here  may  religion  shed  her  light 

On  days  of  rest  and  toil  \ 
And  piety  and  virtue  reign. 
And  bless  our  native  soiL 

4  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 

Our  country  we  commend  ; 
Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust? 
Her  everlasting  Friend  ! 
492 


700 


701 


THANKSGIVING. 

Mear.  CM.  Brady  &  Tate. 

For  the  Fourth  of  July. 

OLORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 
In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  perform' d, 
And  elder  times  than  theirs. 

'Twas  not  their  courage,  nor  their  sword, 

To  them  salvation  gave  ; 
Nor  strength,  that  from  unequal  force, 

Their  fainting  troops  could  save  ; 

But  thy  right  hand  and  powerful  arm, 
Whose  succor  they  implored  ; 

Thy  presence  with  the  favored  race, 
Who  thy  great  name  adored. 

As  thee  their  God  our  fathers  owned, 
Thou  art  our  sovereign  King  ; 

0,  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them, 
To  us  deliverance  "bring. 

Dort.  6s  &  4s  Smith. 

National  Hymn. 

MY  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
Of  thee  I  sing  : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  ev'ry  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country,  thee, — 
Land  of  the  noble  free, — 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 
Like  that  above, 
pp*  493 


702 


SPECIAL   OCCASION. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song  : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break — 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing  : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 

Old  Hundred.         L.  ML 

National  Bless  fugs. 


GEE  AT  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 
Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 
With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 
We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  Thy  name  we  bless,  almighty  God, 

For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod, — 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her  soft  and  hallo w'cl  ray  ; 
Here  thou  our  fathers'  steps  didst  guide 
In  safety  through  their  dang'rous  way. 

4  We  praise  thee  that  the  gospel's  light 

Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds  ; 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 

And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads, 
494 


WATCH-NIGHT. 


5  Great  God,  preserve  us  in  thy  fear  ; 
In  danger  still  our  guardian  be  ; 
0,  spread  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here; 
Let  all  the  people  worship  thee. 


703 


704 


WATCH-NIGHT. 
Margate.  S.  M.  Doddridge. 


Watch-night. 


YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait  ; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 

For  awful  is  his  name. 

Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 

And  while  we  speak,  he's  near  : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 

And  ready  all  appear. 

0  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 

And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Park  street.         L.  M.  Q.  Wesley. 

A  Midnight  Song. 

JOIN,  all  ye  ransomed  sons  of  grace, 
The  holy  joy  prolong, 
And  shout  to  the  Redeemer's  praise 
A  solemn  midnight  song. 
495 


705 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

Blessing,  and  thanks,  and  love,  and  might, 

Be  to  our  Jesus  given, 
Who  turns  our  darkness  into  light. 

Who  turns  our  hell  to  heaven. 

Thither  our  faithful  souls  he  leads, 

Thither  he  bids  us  rise, 
With  crowns  of  joy  upon  our  heads, 
To  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

Luther's.  6  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

The  solemn  Vigil. 

TTOW  many  pass  the  guilty  night 
Ll  In  reveling  and  frantic  mirth  ; 

The  creature  is  their  sole  delight, 
Their  happiness  the  things  of  earth  : 

For  us  suffice  the  season  past  ! 

We  choose  the  better  part  at  last. 

2  We  will  not  close  our  wakeful  eyes, 

We  will  not  let  our  eyelids  sleep  ; 
But  humbly  lift  them  to  the  skies, 

And  all  a  solemn  vigil  keep  : 
So  many  nights  on  sin  bestowed, 
Can  we  not  watch  an  hour  for  God  ? 

3  We  can,  0  Jesus,  for  thy  sake, 

Devote  our  every  hour  to  thee  : 
Speak  but  the  word,  our  souls  shall  wake 

And  sing  with  cheerful  melody  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  our  glad  tongues  employ, 
And  every  heart  shall  dance  for  joy. 

4  Blest  object  of  our  faith  and  love, 

We  listen  for  thy  welcome  voice  ; 
Our  persons  and  our  works  approve, 

And  bid  us  in  thy  strength  rejoice  ; 
Now  let  us  hear  the  mighty  cry, 
And  shout  to  find  the  Bridegroom  nigh. 
496 


706 


WATCH    NIGHT. 

Burnham  4  6s  &  2  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Wise   Virgins. 

YE  virgin  souls,  arise. 
With  all  the  dead  awake 
Unto  salvation  wise  : 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take  ; 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
"  Behold  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  nigh." 

He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  "bar, 
And  raise  to  glory  all 

Who  fit  for  glory  are  : 
Make  ready  for  your  full  reward, 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

Go,  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

Your  everlasting  Friend  : 
Your  Head  to  glorify, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend  : 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face  ! 

Ye  that  have  here  received 

The  unction  from  above, 
And  in  his  Spirit  lived, 

Obedient  to  his  love, 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  lor  his  bride  : 
Kejoice  with  all  the  sanctified  ! 

The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saints  receive, 
Above  yon  angel  powers 

In  glorious  joy  to  live, 
Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin, 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 

497 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound  ; 

To  see  our  Lord  appear. 
Watching  let  us  be  found, 

When  Jesus  doth  the  heavens  how, 

Be  found  as,  Lord,  thou  flnd'st  us  now  ! 


707 


NEW    YEAR. 

Lowell.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

"Thou  crownest  the  year  with  goodness." 

ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy, 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by. thy  care, 
No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid 
With  op'ning  light,  and  evening  shade. 

Here  in  thy  house  shall  incense  rise, 
As  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Still  we  will  make  thy  mercies  known 
Around  thy  board,  and  round  our  own. 

498      ' 


NEW  YEAR, 


0  may  our  more  harmonious  tongue 
In  worlds  unknown  pursue  the  song  ; 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more  ! 


708 


Hermon.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

New  Year. 


SING  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise  ! 
All  praise  to  him  belongs  ; 
Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 
Demands  our  choicest  songs. 

2  His  providence  has  brought  us  through 

Another  varied  year  ; 
We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new 
Before  our  God  appear. 

3  Father,  thy  mercies  past  we  own, 

Thy  still  continued  care  ; 
To  thee  presenting,  through  thy  Son, 
Whate'er  Ave  have  or  are. 

4  Our  lips  and  lives  shall  gladly  show 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  on  in  Jesus'  steps  we  go 
To  see  thy  face  above. 

5  Our  residue  of  days  or  hours 

Thine,  wholly  thine  shall  be  ; 
And  all  our  consecrated  powers 
A  sacrifice  to  thee. 

6  Till  Jesus  in  the  clouds  appear 

To  saints  on  earth  forgiven, 
And  bring  the  grand  sabbatic  year, 
The  jubilee  of  heaven. 
499 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

ryr\(\      Tenham  10s    5s  &  11.  C.Wesley. 

1  Uy  ■ '  Time  flies— Man  dies.'' 

COME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear  ! 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  stream, 

Glide  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay  ; 
The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone  ! 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  0  that  eacli  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 

" 1  have  fought  my  way  through,  [do  V 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 
0  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the  glad 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done  !  [word, 

Enter  into  my  joy  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 


710 


Portsmouth      4  Gs  &  '1  8s.  C.  Wesley, 

The  barren  fig  tree. 

THE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 
The  God  of  ages,  praise, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  on  high, 

Ancient  of  endless  days, — 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

Barren  and  withered  trees, 

We  cumber 'd  long  the  ground  ; 

No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found  ; 

Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  spare 

Another  and  another  year. 
500 


711 


NEW   YEAR. 

When  justice  bared  the  sword 

To  cut  the  fig  tree  down, 
The  pity  of  the  Lord 

Cried,  Let  it  still  alone  : 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood 

From  God  obtained  the  grace, 
Who  therefore  hath  bestowed 

On  us  a  longer  space  ; 
Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo  !  we  see  another  year. 

Then  dig  about  the  root ; 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground  ; 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 

To  thy  great  praise  abound  ; 

0  let  us  all  thy  praise  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

Holman.  CM.  Browne. 

Ae*c  Yea}\ 

AND  now,  rny  soul,  another  year 
Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 

1  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  rnay  be  my  last. 

Awake,  ray  soul  !  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  : 
What  are  thy  hopes?  how  sure?  how  fair? 

What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

Behold,  another  year  begins  ! 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 
qq  501 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 


Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 
And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 

With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


712 


713 


SUNDAY     SCHOOLS. 

Lisbon.  S.  ML  Montgomery. 

"Peace  be  within  thy  walls." 

WITHIN  these  walls  be  peace, 
Love  through  our  borders  found  ; 
In  all  our  little  palaces 
Prosperity  abound. 

God  scorns  not  humble  things  ; 

Here,  though  the  proud  despise, 
The  children  of  the  King  of  kings 

Are  training  for  the  skies. 

May  none  who  thus  are  taught 

From  glory  be  cast  down, 
But  all  through  faith  and  patience  brought 

To  an  immortal  crown. 

Portugal.  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

Time  rolls  on. 

FROM  }^ear  to  year  in  love  we  meet, 
From  year  to  year  in  peace  we  part, 
The  tongues  of  thousands  uttering  sweet 
The  bosom  joy  of  every  heart. 

But  time  rolls  on,  and  year  by  year 
We  change,  grow  up,  or  pass  away  ; 

Not  twice  the  same  assembly  here 
Have  hailed  the  children's  festal  day. 
502 


714 


SUNDAY   SCHOOLS. 

Death,  ere  another  spring,  may  strike 

Some  in  our  union,  marked  to  fall ; 
Be  voung  and  old  prepared  alike, 

The  warning  is  to  each,  to  all. 
This  sole  occasion,  then,  is  ours  ; 

This  day  we  ne'er  again  shall  see  ; 
Lord  God,  awaken  all  our  powers 

To  spend  it  for  eternity. 
Our  times,  our  lives  are  in  thy  hand  ; 

On  thee  for  all  things  we  rely  ; 
Assured,  while  in  thy  grace  we  stand, 

To  live  is  Christ,  and  gain  to  die. 

Meanwhile  our  failing  ranks  renew  ; 

Send  children,  teachers,  in  our  place, 
More  humble,  docile,  faithful,  true, 

More  like  thy  Son,  from  race  to  race. 

Cooper.  4  6s  &  2  8s.  Budden, 

Invitation  to  praise. 

C^IOME,  let  our  voices  join 
J  In  jovful  songs  of  praise  ; 
To  God,  the  God  of  love, 

Our  thankful  hearts  we'll  raise  ; 
To  God  alone  all  praise  belongs — 
Our  earliest  and  our  latest  songs. 
Now  we  are  taught  to  read 

The  book  of  life  divine, 
Where  our  Redeemer's  love 

And  brightest  glories  shine  : 
To  God  alone  all  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 
Within  these  hallowed  walls 

Our  wandering  feet  are  brought, 
Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 

And  heavenly  truths  are  taught : 
To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring  ; 
Let  young  and  old  his  praises  sing. 
503 


715 


716 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

4  Lord,  let  this  work  of  love 

Be  crowned  with  full  success  ! 
Let  thousands,  yet  unborn. 

Thy  sacred  name  here  bless  ! 
To  thee,  0  Lord,  all  praise  to  thee 
We'll  give  throughout  eternity. 

Y'       Conway.  C.  M.  Strapiian. 

Blessedness  of  instructing  tJie  young. 

DELIGHTFUL  work  !  young  souls  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

Children  our  kind  protection  claim  ; 

And  God  will  well  approve 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 

And  their  Redeemer  love. 

Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  w^ay 

To  guide  untutored  youth, 
And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray 

The  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth. 

Almighty  God,  thy  influence  shed, 

To  aid  his  blest  design  : 
The  honors  of  thy  Name  be  spread, 

And  all  the  glory  thine. 

Parma.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Anniversary — the  Children's  Juhilee. 

H  OS  ANNA,  be  the  children's  song, 
To  Christ,  the  children's  King  ; 
His  praise,  to  whom  our  souls  belong, 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 

From  little  ones  to  Jesus  brought, 

Hosanna  now  be  heard  ; 
Let  little  infants  now  be  taught 

To  lisp  that  lovely  word. 
504 


717 


SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

Hosanna,  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 
And  spread  from  plain  to  plain, 

While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still, 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 

Hosanna,  on  the  wings  of  light, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 
Till  rnorn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 

And  heaven  to  earth  reply. 

Hosanna,  then,  our  song  shall  be  ; 

Hosanna  to  our  King  ; 
This  is  the  children's  jubilee  ; 

Let  all  the  children  sing. 

Siloam.  C.  M.  Heber. 

The  Christian  child. 

BY  cool  Siloam' s  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod — 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

By  cool  Siloam' s  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 

Must  shortly  fade  away. 

And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 

And  stormy  passions  rage. 

0  thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 

To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

qq*  505 


718 


719 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

Mendebras.  7s  &  6s.  Phillips. 

Grateful  praise. 

WE  bring  no  glittering  treasures, 
No  gems  from  earth's  deep  mine  ; 
We  come,  with  simple  measures, 

To  chant  thy  love  divine. 
Children,  thy  favors  sharing, 

Their  voice  of  thanks  would  raise  ; 
Father  accept  our  offering, 

Our  song  of  grateful  praise. 
The  dearest  gift  of  heaven, 

Love's  written  word  of  truth, 
To  us  is  early  given, 

To  guide  our  steps  in  youth  : 
We  hear  the  wondrous  story, 

The  tale  of  Calvary  ; 
We  read  of  homes  in  glory, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
Redeemer  !  grant  thy  blessing  ! 

0  !  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
That  each,  thy  fear  possessing, 

May  tread  life's  onward  way  ; 
Then  where  the  pure  are  dwelling, 

We  hope  to  meet  again, 
And  sweeter  numbers  swelling, 

For  ever  praise  thy  name. 

Woodland.  C.  M.  Jane  Taylor. 

Children  in  Heaven 

THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 
Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 

Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 
And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 
506 


MEETINGS   FOR   THE   POOR. 

Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know 

If  Je~us  we  obey  ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 

If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 

Our  mortal  frame  decay  ; 
Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 

Must  die  and  pass  away. 

Great  God,  impress  this  serious  thought 

To-day  on  every  breast, 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 

May  dwell  among  the  blest. 


720 


MEETINGS     FOR     THE     POOR. 
Fountain.  C.  M.  Watts. 

More  Uessed  to  give  than  to  receive. 


HAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 

To  all  the  sons  of  need, 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 

His  well-established  mind  ; 
His  soul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  distress 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 
507 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 


5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above. 
Shall  be  bis  sure  reward. 


721 


Fountain.  C.  M.  Doddridge, 

Giving  to  the  Poor,  lending  to  the  Lord. 
TESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 


J    Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  thine? 

3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace  ; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  thy  father's  face. 

4  In  them  thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited  and  cheered  ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  face  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

We  in  thy  poor  would  see  : 
0  let  us  rather  beg  our  bread, 
Than  keep  it  back  from  thee. 
508 


722 


MISSIONARY. 

MISSIONARY. 

Missionary.         7s  &  6s.  Hisber. 

Missionary  Meetings. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  on  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown — 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  0,  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 
Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 
503 


723 


U 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Harmony  Grove.     L.  M.  Yoke. 

The  latter  day  glory . 

BEHOLD,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  Gospel  will  bestow  ; 
The  exiled  captive  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

2  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  off' rings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

3  Our  hearts  exult  in  songs  of  praise, 
That  we  have  seen  these  latter  days, 
When  our  Redeemer  shall  be  known, 
Where  Satan  long  hath  held  his  throne. 

4  Where'er  his  hand  hath  spread  the  skies, 
Sweet  incense  to  his  name  shall  rise  ; 
And  slave  and  freeman,  Greek  and  Jew, 
By  sov' reign  grace  be  form'd  anew. 

WC\  \      Somervale.  7s  &  6s. 

'  6Q-  Departing  Missionaries. 

ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  ; 
And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

2  0  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 
Protect  them  from  all  harm  \ 

510 


MISSIONARY . 


Thy  presence,  Lord,  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be  ; 
Though  far  from  us  who  lovTe  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee. 


725 


H 


Portugal.  L   M.  C.  Wesley. 

For  the  Jews  and  the  fullness,  &c. 
EAD  of  the  church,  whose  Spirit  fills 


726 


And  flows  through  every  faithful  soul, 
Unites  in  mystic  love,  and  seals 

Them  one,  and  sanctifies  the  whole  : — 

Come,  Lord, — thy  glorious  Spirit  cries, 
And  souls  beneath  the  altar  groan  ; 

Come,  Lord, — the  Bride  on  earth  replies, 
And  perfect  all  our  souls  in  one. 

Pour  out  the  promised  gift  on  all  ; 

Answer  the  universal — Come  ! 
The  fullness  of  the  Gentiles  call, 

And  take  thine  ancient  people  home. 

To  thee  let  all  the  nations  flow  ; 

Let  all  obey  the  Gospel  word  : 
Let  all  their  bleeding  Saviour  know, 

Filled  with  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

0,  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 
The  purchase  of  thy  passion  claim  ; 

Thine  heritage,  the  Gentiles,  take, 

And  cause  the  world  to  know  thy  name. 

Hantz.  S.  M.  Village  Hymns. 

For  the  World's  Conversion. 

OGOD  of  sov'reign  grace, 
We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 
511 


SrECIAL   OCCASIONS. 


2  Spread  through  the  earth,  0  Lord, 
The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 
And  let  all  lauds,  with  joy,  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 


727 


Brewer.  L.  M.  Bathurst. 

The  Saviour's  coming  expected,  <Scc. 

JESUS,  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes, 
For  thine  expected  corning  waits: 
When  will  the  promised  light  arise, 
And  glory  beam  on  Zion's  gates? 

2  E'en  now,  when  tempests  round  us  fall, 

And  wintery  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 
Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall, 
And  deem  that  our  redemption's  nigh. 

3  0  !  come,  and  reign  o'er  every  land  ; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurl'd 
All  nations  bow  to  thy  command, 
And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

4  Teach  us,  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

To  wait  for  thine  appointed  hour  ; 
And  fit  us,  by  thy  grace,  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  thy  conqu'ring  power. 

Pynn     Eltham.  7s.  Lyte. 

I  CO  Christ's  unioersul  reign. 

HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own  ; 
Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 
512 


729 


MISSIONARY. 

Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease  ; 

Then  be  banish'd  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

Undisturb'd,  shall  ever  reign. 

Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord  ; 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  Name  : 
All  his  mighty  acts  record, — 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Watchman  tell  us.     7s.  Bowring. 

The  Watchman's  report. 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  the  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Trav'ler,  yes,  it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night  ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Trav'ler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams,  alone, 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Trav'ler,  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Trav'ler,  darkness  takes  its  flight  ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wand'ring  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'ler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

rr  513 


730 


731 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

Zion.  8s,  7s&14.  Kelly. 

The  Glad  Tidings. 

ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  hands. 

Lo,  thy  sun  is  risen  in  glory, 
God  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasted  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion;s  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 

Days  of  peace  are  come  at  last : 
All  thy  conflicts 

End  in  everlasting  rest. 

Missionary.  7s  &  6s.  Anon. 

The  final  Victory  of  Christ. 

WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song — 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 

514 


MISSIONARY. 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round  ; 
All  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 

fyOO      Sabbath.  8  7s.  Montgomery. 

■U/C  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

HARK,  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  : 
"  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ;" 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  the  sound, 

From  the  depth  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies  : 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword — he  speaks,  'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  ; 
Then  the  end — beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall  : 
Hallelujah  !   Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 
515 


DOXOLOGIES. 

I.  S.  M. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

IT.  7s. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

III.  C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  Saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

IY.  L.  M. 

110  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
_   And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

V.  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 
516 


DOXOLOGIES. 

VI.  C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost, 
Eternal  glory  be. 

VII.  C.  M.  Double. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 

And  new  creating  breath  ; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all-divine, — 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One,— 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

VIII.  6  8s. 

IMMORTAL  honor,  endless  fame, 
Attend  th'  almighty  Father's  name 
The  Saviour  Son  be  glorified, 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died  ; 
And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Comforter,  to  thee  ! 


IX.  8s. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 
rr*  517 


DOXOLOGIES. 

X.  S.  M. 

TO  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  for  ever  be. 


T 


XI.  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

'0  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

And  to  the  Spirit  praise  ; 
With  all  our  powers,  eternal  King, 
Thy  everlasting  praise  we  sing. 

XII.  8s  &  6s. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host; 
And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
And  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  shall  he  no  more. 

XIII.  6  7s. 

PRAISE  the  name  of  God  most  high  ; 
Praise  him  all  below  the  sky  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

XIY.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

GREAT  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, — 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 
518 


D0X0L0GIE3. 

XV.  8s&7s. 

PEAISE  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, — 
Author  of  the  new  creation, — 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 

XVI.  8s. 

ALL  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  blest, 
The  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

XVII.  P.  M. 

FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Thy  Godhead  we.  adore, — 
Join  with  the  celestial  host, 

Who  praise  thee  evermore  ! 
Live  by  earth  and  heaven  adored, 

The  Three  in  One,  the  One  in  Three  : 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
All  glory  be  to  thee  ! 

XVIII.  P.  M. 

TO  God— the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit — Three  in  One — 
All  praise  be  given  ; 
Crown  him  in  every  song  ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong  : 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong, 
On  earth — in  heaven. 
519 


DOXOLOGIES. 

XIX.  10s. 

1^0  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  ever  blest, 
.   Eternal  praise  and  worship  be  address'd  ; 
From  age  to  age,  ye  saints,  his  name  adore, 
And  spread  his  fame,  till  time  shall  be  no  more. 

XX.  P.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
Ascribe  we  equal  glory  ; 
One  Deity,  in  Persons  Three, 

Let  all  thy  works  adore  thee  : 
As  was  from  the  beginning, 

Glory  to  God  be  given, 
By  all  who  know  thy  name  below, 
And  all  thy  hosts  in  heaven. 

XXL  P.  M. 

TO  thee  be  praise  for  ever, 
Thou  glorious  King  of  kings  : 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransom'd  spirit  sings: 
We  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

XXII.  Us. 

0  FATHER  Almighty,  to  thee  be  address'd, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God,  ever 
blest, 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and  from 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given, 
520 


MISCELLANEOUS 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS 


P.  M.  Thornby. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace 
Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain  ; 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain. 
For  sin  and  pollution, 

And  every  transgression, 
His  Wood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamh 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon  ; 
We  will  praise  him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  thirsty  ones,  hear  it 

With  high  exultation  ; 
Behold,  says  the  Spirit, 

The  well  of  salvation  : 
Approach,  cries  the  Bride  ; 

Lo  !  the  multitudes  going  ! 
The  soul-saving  tide 

To  the  nations  is  flowing. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  ricle  on  ; 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious  ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious. 
521 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Thy  name  shall  be  praised 

In  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight 

In  ascribing  salvation. 
When  on  Zion  we  stand,  6 

Having  gained  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands, 

We  will  praise  evermore  ; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields, 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujahs 

For  ever  and  ever. 

P.  M. 

Come  to-day. 

CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Filled  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 
Yield  thee  to-day  ; 
Heaven  bids  thee  come 
While  yet  there's  room  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  ori  high  ; 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
Which  from  above, 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 
8s,  3s  &  6s. 
Salvation  free. 

HARK  !  those  happy  voices  saying, 
"Yet  there's  room : 
Sinner,  come, 
Heaven's  call  obeying." 
522 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Now  the  feast  is  spread  before  thee, 

Wait  no  more, 
Grace  implore, 
Peace  shall  then  come  o'er  thee. 

3  Bless  the  Lord  of  life  for  ever, 

0  my  soul, 
Bountiful, 
Infinite  His  favor  ! 

4  Bless  the  Lord  of  thy  salvation, 

Who  in  love 
From  above 
Heard  thy  supplication. 

5  Bless  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  : 

Through  His  blood 
That  freely  flowed, 
Are  thy  sins  forgiven. 

5  7s  &  3  6s.  Newton 

The  alarm. 

STOP,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  further  go  ; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop, 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take  ; 
Stay  your  footsteps,  ere  you  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  ye  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  ! 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd  ; 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  dye, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud ; 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Eocks  and  mountains,  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

y  12s  &  8s. 

^J  The  harvest  is  past,  &c. 

WHEN  the  harvest  is  past  and  the  summer  is 
gone, 
And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er  ; 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more  ; 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 
blow, 
The  Gospel  no  message  declare  ; 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailings 
of  woe  ! 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair  ! 
2  When   the   holy  have    gone  to  the   regions  of 
peace, 
To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above  ; 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fullness  of 
bliss 
Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love*! 
524 


6 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SOXGS. 

Say,  0  sinner  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure, 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure, 

Or  bear  the  impenitent' s  doom  ! 

P.  M. 

Mourning  Penitents. 

DROOPING  souls,  no  longer  mourn, 
Jesus  still  is  precious  : 
If  to  him  you  now  return, 

Heaven  will  be  propitious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  wanderers  near  him  ; 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die  : 
Go  to  him  and  hear  him. 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 
Still  he  cries,  "  Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy  laden." 
Tho'  your  sins  like  mountains  high 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven  ! 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Precious  is  the  Saviour's  name, 

All  his  saints  adore  him  ; 
He  to  save  the  dying  came, — 

Prostrate  bow  before  him  : 
Wandering  sinners,  now  return  ; 

Contrite  souls,  believe  him  ! 
Jesus  calls  you  ;  cease  to  mourn  ; 
Worship  him  ;  receive  him. 
8s  &  7s. 
11  A  friend  that  sticJceth  closer  than  a  brother." 

ONE  there  is  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
ss  525 


8 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Keconciled,  in  him,  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth,  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord  !  at  length  to  love  ; 
We  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  friend  we  have  above. 

L.  M. 

1  'All  that  the  Father  giveth  me  shall"  &c. 

JUST  as  thou  art, — without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace, 
Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 

0  guilty  sinner  !  come  to  Christ. 

Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree  ; 
The  stripes  thy  due  were  laid  on  me, 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free — 

0  wretched  sinner  !  come  to  Christ. 

Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross  ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross  ; 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss — 

0  needy  sinner  !  come  to  Christ. 

Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears  ; 

0  trembling  sinner  !  come  to  Christ. 

"  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come  ;" 
Kejoicing  saints  re-echo,  Come  ; 
Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will  may  come  : 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come  to  Christ. 
520 


9 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

6s  &  8s. 
Will  you  go  ? 

WE'KE  traveling  home  to  heaven  ahove, 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 
Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Millions  have  reached  that  hlest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God  ; 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
A  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing, 

Hosanna  to  their  G-od  and  King, 

And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

Ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  come, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 

If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe, 

Thy  troubled  conscience  he'll  relieve. 
Come,  believe,  come,  believe. 
527 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain, 

Will  you  go  ?   will  you  go  ? 
Kepent,  believe,  be  born  again, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see. 
Come  to  me,  come  to  me." 


10 


lis. 

Invitation  to  come  to  Christ. 


OTURN"  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die, 
When    God   in    great   mercy  is  coming  so 
nigh, 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that,  while  you  delay, 
Your    hearts    may    grow    better    by    staying 

away  ; 
Come   wretched,    come   starving,  come  just  as 

you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
0  how  can  you  question  if  you  will  believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome  ;  he  bids  you  come 

home. 

4  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your 

heart, 
And  trusting  in  heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 
0  how  can  we  leave  you  ;    why  will  you  not 

come? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 
528 


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MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

GaDges.  4  8s  &  2  6s. 

11  Ye  must  be  born  again" 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 
And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
One  simple  truth  increased  my  pain, 
The  sinner  umust  be  born  again/"' 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

I  I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load  ! 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near  ; 
Yet  still  I  found  this  truth  remain, — 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  deep  despair. 

i  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  bleeding  Saviour  passed  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  ; 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 


12 


M 


And  sings  redeeming  love. 

4  8a  &  2  6s. 

Time  flies. 
Y  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 


Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole  ; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  shoreless  deeps 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

ss*  520 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen  ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between. 

And  whisper  as  they  fly, — 
"Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

But  will  my  soul  be  thus  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  ; 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die  ; 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call  ; 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

8s  &  7s. 
For  Pardon. 

JESUS,  who  on  Calvary's  mountain 
Poured  thy  precious  blood  for  me, 
Wash  me  in  its  flowing  fountain, 
That  my  soul  may  spotless  be. 

2  I  have  sinned,  but  0,  restore  me  ! 

For  unless  thou  smile  on  me, 
Dark  is  all  the  world  before  me, 
Darker  yet  eternity. 

3  In  thy  word  I  hear  thee  saying, 

Come,  and  I  will  give  thee  rest ; 
And,  the  gracious  call  obeying, 
Lord,  I  hasten  to  thy  breast. 
530 


13 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SOXGS. 

4  Grant ,  0  grant  thy  spirit's  teaching, 
That  I  may  not  go  astray, 
Till,  the  gate  of  heaven  reaching, 
Earth  and  sin  are  passed  away . 


14 


0 


L.  M. 

The  inner  life. 
THAT  I  could  for  ever  dwell, 


Delighted,  at  the  Saviour's  feet ; 
Behold  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss  ; 
Oh,  is  there  aught  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  ? 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, 

A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 

And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above  ; 

4  When  all  I  am  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own,  with  deepest  shame  ; 
When  the  Kedeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 

5  Thus  would  I  live  till  nature  fail, 

And  all  my  former  sins  forsake  : 
Then  rise  to  God,  within  the  vail, 
'And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 


15 


5  7s  &  3  6s.  C.  Wesley. 

For  Pardon. 

LAMB  of  God !  whose  dying  love 
We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 
And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 

531 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee  ; 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

By  thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray  ; 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away  ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free  ; 

From  all  sin  do  thou  release  ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Own  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  : 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 


16 


H 


P.  M.  Medley. 

Gospel  Trumpet. 

ARK  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ! 
Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds  ! 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day. 

Hail,  all-victorious  conquering  Lord  ! 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  adored, 
Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 
And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 

532 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Fight  on,  ye  conquering  souls,  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 
In  endless  day. 

There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
With  saints  and  angels  all  combine, 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above 
In  endless  day. 


nlOs  &  lis.  Newton. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

THO'  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us  the  Lord  will  provide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  or  storehouse  are  fed  ; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread  : 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  ships,  by  tempest  be  tossed 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  lost : 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  Scripture  engages  the  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old  ; 

We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold  ; 
For  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  sure 

guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers  the  Lord  will  provide. 
533 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SOXGS. 

5  No  strength  of  our  own  nor  goodness  we  claim, 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus' s  name  ; 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

6  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through  ; 
Not  fearing  nor  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our 

side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

I  q  P.M.  C.  Wesley. 

lO  Tlie  Triumph. 

HEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 
We  joyfully  adore  thee  ; 
Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here 
Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory  : 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices, 
With  blest  anticipation, 
And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 
The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

2  While  in  affliction's  furnace, 
And  passing  through  the  fire, 

Thy  love  we  praise,  which  knows  no  days, 

And  ever  brings  us  nigher  ; 

We  clap  our  hands  exulting 

In  thine  almighty  favor  : 
The  love  divine  which  made  us  thine, 

Can  keep  us  thine  for  ever. 

3  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  ; 

Nor  will  we  fear,  while  thou  art  near, 

The  fire  of  tribulation  : 

The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes : 
By  thee  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 

And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 
534 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

[     By  faith  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us  -1 

The  cross  despise  for  that  high  prize. 
Which  thou  hast  set  before  us  : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 

Shall  see  thee  stand  at  God's  right  hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 


19 


P.  M 

Come  with  us. 

SINNER  go,  will  you  go, 
To  the  highlands  of  heaven  ? 
Where  the  storms  never  blow, 

And  the  long  summer's  given  : 
Where  the  bright  blooming  flowers 

Are  their  odors  emitting  ; 
And  the  leaves  of  the  bowers 
In  the  breezes  are  flitting. 

Where  the  saints  robed  in  white, 

Cleansed  in  life's  flowing  fountain, 
Shining  beauteous  and  bright, 

Shall  inhabit  the  mountain  ; 
Where  no  sin,  nor  dismay, 

Neither  trouble,  nor  sorrow, 
Will  be  felt  for  to-day, 

Nor  be  feared  for  the  morrow. 

He's  prepared  thee  a  home — 

Sinner,  canst  thou  believe  it  ? 
And  invites  thee  to  come, 

Sinner,  wilt  thou  receive  it? 
0  come,  sinner,  come, 

For  the  tide  is  receding, 
And  the  Saviour  will  soon, 

And  for  ever,  cease  pleading. 
535 


20 


21 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

P.  M. 

We  rejoice  in  liope  of  the  glory  of  God. 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger. 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  heavenly  home  discerning  ; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever  ; 
Our  King  says  come,  and  there's  our  home, 

For  ever,  oh  !  for  ever  ! 

chorus. 

For  oh  !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

P.  M. 

"This  day  is  a  day  of  good  things.'" 

WHERE'ER  we  meet,  you  always  say, 
What's  the  news?  what's  the  news? 
Pray  what's  the  order  of  the  day? 

What's  the  news?  what's  the  news  ? 
Oh  !  I  have  glorious  news  to  tell : 
My  Saviour  hath  done  all  things  well3 
And  triumphed  over  death  and  hell, 
That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
536    . 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

2  The  Lamb  was  slain  on  Calvary, 

That's  the  news  I  that's  the  news  ! 
To  set  a  world  of  sinners  free  ; 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
'Twas  there  his  precious  blood  was  shed, 
'Twas  there  he  bowed  his  sacred  head  ; 
But  now  he's  risen  from  the  dead  ; 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 

3  To  heaven  above  the  Conqueror's  gone  ; 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
He's  passed  triumphant  to  his  throne  ; 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
And  on  that  throne  he  will  remain, 
Until,  as  Judge,  he  comes  again, 
Attended  by  a  dazzling  train  ; 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 

4  His  work's  reviving  all  around, 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
And  many  have  redemption  found, 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
And  since  their  souls  have  caught  the  flame, 
They  shout  hosanna  to  his  name, 
And  all  around  they  spread  his  fame, 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 

5  The  Lord  has  pardoned  all  my  sin, 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
I  feel  the  witness  now  within, 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
And  since  he  took  my  sins  away, 
And  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
I'm  happy  now  from  day  to  day, — 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 

6  And  Christ  the  Lord  can  save  you  now, 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
Your  sinful  heart  he  can  renew, 
That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 
tt  537 


0 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

This  moment,  if  for  sins  you  grieve, 
This  moment,  if  you  do  believe, 
Pardon  and  peace  you  shall  receive — 
That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 

7  And  now,  if  any  one  should  say, 

What's  the  news?  what's  the  news? 
0  tell  them  you've  begun  to  pray — 

That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  I 
That  you  have  joined  the  conquering  band. 
And  now  with  joy,  at  God's  command, 
You're  marching  to  the  better  land — 
That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news  ! 

/-v£~v  10s  &  lis.  Gambold. 

&&  .      "  Come  thou  with  us." 

TELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is 
.o'er  ; 

A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 

The  souls  that  believe,  in  Paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive : 
My  soul,  don't  delay— he  calls  thee  away, 
Kise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What   light,  strength,  and   comfort — go   after 

him,  go  ; 
Lo,  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above, 
None  guesses  how   wondrous  my  journey  will 

prove. 
Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell,  and 

sin, 
'Midst     outward   afflictions    shall   feel    Christ 

within  ; 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  Keceive  me  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 
538 


23 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  joined, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running,  thro'  grace, 
Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

And  now  I'm  in  care,  my  neighbors  may  share 
These  blessings :  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you 

dare? 
In  bondage,  0  why,  and  death,  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh? 

8s  &  9s. 
Religion  a  treasure. 

RELIGION  is  a  glorious  treasure, 
Diffusion  of  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
The  spirit's  comfort  without  measure, 

It  joins  our  souls  to  those  above  ; 
It  calms  our  fears,  it.  soothes  our  sorrows, 

It  smooths  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea  ; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 
This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

While  journeying  here  thro'  tribulations, 

In  phalanx  firm  we'll  march  along : 
Contentions  may  divide  the  nations., 

But  Christ  shall  be  our  common  song  : 
For  pure  religion  knits  together — 

It  binds  in  love  and  makes  us  free  : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

How  vain  !  how  frail  !  how  transitory  ! 

This  world,  with  all  its  pomp  and  show  ; 
Its  mighty  names,  renowned  in  story, 

We'll  gladly' leave  them  all  below. 
A  brighter  object  now  enraptures — 

In  Christ  alone  we  beauties  see  : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 
539 


24 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Our  earthly  house  is  now  dissolving, 

And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 
The  cares  within  us,  now  revolving, 

Will  soon  afflict  our  hearts  no  more  ; 
But  pure  religion  lasts  for  ever  ; 

In  death  our  souls  shall  strengthened  be : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

lis,  8s  &  7s. 
The  Rock  of  thy  Salvation. 

IF  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not 
thy  heart, 
Lest  the  gift  ensnare  thee,  from  thy  God  to  part ; 
His  favor  seek,  his  praises  speak, 

Fix  here  thy  hope's  foundation  : 
Serve  him,  and  he  will  ever  be 
The  Kock  of  thy  salvation. 

If  distress  befall  thee,  painful  though  it  be, 
Let  not  grief  appall  thee  ;  to  thy  Saviour  flee  ; 
He,  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will  hear, 

And  calm  thy  perturbation  ; 
The  waves  of  woe  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

When    earth's    prospects  fail   thee,    let  it  not 

distress  ; 
Better  comforts  wait  thee  ;    Christ  will  freely 
bless : 
To  Jesus  flee  ;  thy  prop  he'll  be, 

Thy  heavenly  consolation  : 
For  griefs  below  cannot  o'erthrow 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

Dangers   may   approach    thee ;    let    them   not 

alarm, 
Christ  will  ever  watch  thee,  and  protect  from 

harm  ; 

540 


26 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

He  near  thee  stands  with  mighty  hands. 

To  ward  off  each  temptation  ; 
To  Jesus  fly,  he's  ever  nigh, 

The  Kock  of  thy  salvation. 

Let  not  death  alarm  thee,  shrink  not  from  his 

blow, 
For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee,  and  victory  he- 
stow  ; 
For  death  shall  bring  to  thee  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  desolation  : 
'Tis  gain  to  die  with  Jesus  nigh, 
The  Kock  of  thy  salvation. 

8s  &  6s. 
"Set  your  affection  on  things  above." 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 
The  things  I  loved  before  ; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Tell  me  no  more  of  fame  and  wealth, 
Of  careless  ease  and  blooming' health, 

For  they  have  all  their  snares  ; 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  see  my  Dame  enrolled  in  heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

7s  &  6s.  Bonar. 

Christ  was  offered  to  bear  the  sins  of  many. 

I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  G-od, 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 
tt*  541 


27 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 
To  wash  my  crimson  stains 

White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  : 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him  ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus  : 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline  ; 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

4  8s  &  1  7. 
Heavenly  Union. 

ATTEND,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 
Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 
542 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 

He  looked  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  kindly  said  as  he  passed  by, 
"  With  God  you  have  no  union." 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  sigh, 
And  looked  this  way  and  that  to  fly, 
It  grieved  me  so  that  I  must  die  ; 

I  strove  salvation  then  to  buy, 
But  still  I  had  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 

And  with  his  blood  he  washed  me  clean  ; 
And  oh  !  what  seasons  I  have  seen 
Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 

5  I  praised  the  Lord  by  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  found  I'd  something  still  to  say 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing, 
And  mount  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union. 

7  Come,  oh  backslider,  come  away, 
And  learn  to  do  as  well  as  say  ; 
Come  learn  to  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day  ; 

And  then  you'll  feel  this  union. 

8  We  soon  shall  leave  all  things  below, 
And  quit  these  climes  of  pain  and  woe  ; 
We  then  shall  all  to  glory  go, 

And  ever  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 
543 


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MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

lis  &  8s. 
"  The  shecjy  hear  my  voice." 

OTHOU,  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day, 
And  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all, — 

Where  dost  thou,  dear  Shepherd, 

Resort  with  thy  sheep, 
To  feed  them  in  pastures  of  love  ? 

Say.  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  this  wilderness  rove  ? 

Oh,  why  should  I  wander 

An  alien  from  thee, 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when 

My  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

Dear  Shepherd  !  I  hear,  and 

Will  follow  thy  call  ; 
I  know  the  sweet  sound  of  thy  voice  ; 

Restore  and  defend  me, 

For  thou  art  my  all, 
And  in  thee  I  will  ever  rejoice. 

C.  M. 
Hinder  me  not. 

IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 
544 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials,  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
.Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be  : 
Hinder  me  not !  come,  welcome  death  ! 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee  ! 


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CM.  Bonar. 

11  By  the  grace  of  God  I  am  what  I  am." 

ALL  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt, 
My  death,  was  all  my  own  ; 
All  that  I  am  I  owe  to  thee, 
My  gracious  God  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine  ; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice 
Is  thine,  and  only  thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine  ; 
The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

And  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 
545 


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MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

5  All  that  I  am  e'en  here  on  earth, 
All  that  I  hope  to  he 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  thee. 

P.  M. 


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Hither,  ye  Faithful. 

HITHER,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of  tri- 
umph ; 
To  Bethlehem  go,  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet ; 
To  you  this  day  is  horn  a  Prince  and  Saviour, 
0  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

0  Jesus  !  for  such  wondrous  condescension, 
Our  praise  and  our  reverence  are  an  offering 
meet ;  [us, 

Now  is  the  word  made  flesh  and  dwells  among 
0  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angels, 
Let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat ; 

Unto  our  God  he  glory  in  the  highest, 
O  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

6  7s.  From  the  German. 

"How  much  owest  thou." 

WHEN  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  above, 
There  to  sing  redeeming  love, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 

When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall ; 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 
546 


33 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own, 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 

When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 

■  7s  &  6s. 

Good  night. 

T  JOURNEY  forth  rejoicing, 
JL  From  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
To  heavenly  joy  and  freedom, 

From  earthly  bonds  and  fears : 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  shall  gather 

All  his  redeemed  again, 
His  kingdom  to  inherit. 

Good  night,  good  night,  till  then  ! 

\  Go  to  thy  quiet  resting, 

Poor  tenement  of  clay  ! 
From  all  thy  pain  and  weakness 

I  gladly  haste  away  ; 
But  still  in  faith  confiding, 

To  find  thee  yet  again, 
All  glorious  and  immortal. 

Good  night,  good  night,  till  then  ! 

!  Why  thus  so  sadly  weeping, 
Belov'd  ones  of  my  heart  ? 
The  Lord  is  good  and  gracious, 
Though  now  he  bids  us  part. 
54T 


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MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Oft  have  we  met  in  gladness, 

And  we  shall  meet  again, 
All  sorrow  left  behind  us. 

Good  night,  good  night,  till  then  ! 

4  I  go  to  see  His  glory, 

Whom  we  have  loved  below  ; 
I  go,  the  blessed  angels, 

The  holy  saints  to  know. 
Our  lovely  ones  departed, 

I  go  to  find  again, 
And  wait  for  you  to  join  us. 

Good  night,  good  night,  till  then  ! 

5  I  hear  the  Saviour  calling — 

The  joyful  hour  has  come  ; 
The  angel-guards  are  ready 

To  guide  me  to  our  home, 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  shall  gather 

All  his  redeemed  again, 
His  kingdom  to  inherit. 

Good  night,  good  night,  till  then  ! 

C.  M. 

TJie  returning  Prodigal. 

THE  long-lost  son,  with  streaming  eyes, 
From  folly  just  awake, 
Keviews  his  wanderings  with  surprise  ; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

I'll  want  no  more  for  bread,  he  cries, 

Nor  starve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
My  father's  house  hath  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land, 
While  servants  of  my  father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 
I'll  want  no  more,  &c. 
548 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

3  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return, 

And  seek  my  father's  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be  called  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servant's  place. 
I'll  want  no  more,  &c. 

4  Far  off  the  father  saw  him  move, 

In  pensive  silence  mourn, 
And  quickly  ran,  with  arms  of  love, 
To  welcome  his  return. 
I'll  want  no  more,  &c. 
.    5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 
And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew — 
The  long-lost  son  is  found  ! 
I'll  want  no  more,  &c. 

Oq^  7s  &  6s. 

(jQ  Looking  to  Jesus. 

WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  drink  the  flowing  fountain 

Of  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier  ; 

My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bids  me  not  give  o'er  ; 
And  if  I  prove  but  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
uu  549 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 


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.1  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
Then,  0  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 

1  Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
Cast  all  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray  ; 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith  and  hope  and  love  ; 
And  when  the  combat's  ended 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

>  0  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 
And,  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend. 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  ofttimes  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

6s  &  4f. 
Thy  Saviour  is  Life. 

PASS  away,  earthly  joy, 
Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Break,  every  mortal  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Dark  is  the  wilderness  ; 
Distant  the  resting-place  ; 
Jesus  alone  can  bless : 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine! 
550 


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MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away  : 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Fare  ye  well,  dreams  of  night, 
Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Mine  is  a  dawning  bright, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

All  that  my  soul  has  tried 

Left  but  a  dismal  void  ; 

Jesus  has  satisfied  : 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

Farewell,  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Welcome,  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Welcome,  a  Saviour's  breast, 
Welcome,  ye  scenes  of  rest, 
Welcome,  ye  mansions  blest : 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

P.  If. 

The  Good  Child's  Song. 

I  WANT  to  be  an  angel, 
And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 
A  harp  within  my  hand  : 
There,  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 
And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

I  never  would  be  weary, 

Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 
Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow, 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear  :    . 
551 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

But,  blessed,  pure  and  holy, 
I'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 

And  with  ten  thousand  thousands 
Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

I  know  I'm  weak  and  sinful, 

But  Jesus  will  forgive, 
For  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heav'n  to  live. 
Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 

And  lay  me  down  to  die, 
0,  send  a  shining  angel 

And  bear  me  to  the  sky  ! 

0  there  I'll  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand  : 
And  there,  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'll  join  the  heavenly  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night ! 


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W 


8s.  C.  Wesley. 

"My  heart  is  fixed" 

HAT  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 
What  now  is  my  hope  and  desire  ? 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
And  after  his  image  aspire  : 
My  hope  is  all  centred  in  thee  ; 

I  trust  to  recover  thy  love, 
On  earth  thy  salvation  to  see, 
And  then  to  enjoy  it  above. 

I  thirst  for  a  life-giving  God, 
The  Lamb  that  on  Calvary  died  ; 

The  fountain  of  water  and  blood 
That  gushed  from  Immanuel's  side  ! 
552 


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MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SOXGS. 

I  gasp  for  the  streams  of  thy  love, 
The  spirit  of  rapture  unknown  ; 

And  then  to  re-drink  it  above, 
Eternally  fresh  from  the  throne. 

lis. 
Submission. 


0  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit ; 
With   love   and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at 
thy  feet ; 
The  sacrifice  offer,  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood, 
To  thee  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord  and  my  God. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  trust  in  thy  word  ; 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know, 
But  how  much  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show. 

3  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  0  wondrous  account! 
My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount  ; 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  angels  my  kindred  and  Jesus  my  dear  ! 

40  7s' 

*U  Come  Home. 

BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear  ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go  ; 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,  ycrur  Father  calls,  Come  home  !" 

2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part ; 
vv*  553 


41 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

But j  from  Satan's  malice  free. 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home  !" 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 

None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  ; 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these  ; 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home!" 

8s  &  7s. 
Look  beyond. 

DARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 
Thro'  which  pilgrims  make  their  way  ; 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day  ; 
Fiends,  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go  ; 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

0,  young  pilgrims,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigor  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  go  with  you  : 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne  ; 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone  ; 

He  whose  thunders  shake  creation, 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll, 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole  ! 
554 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command  ; 
They  are  always  hov'ring  round  you, 

Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  There,  on  flowery  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest  ; 
Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  for  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 

Where  the  ransomed  dwell  on  high  ; 
They  on  golden  harps  for  ever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky  ! 

5  0  their  crowns  !  how  bright  they  sparkle  I 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore  ; 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  or  sorrow,  pain  or  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 

At)  8s&7s' 

^±^  "Thou  art  with  me" 

DEATH  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 
Christ  shall  guide  me  thro'  the  gloom  ; 
Down  he'll  send  some  heavenly  convoy 

To  escort  my  spirit  home. 
Jordan's  stream  shall  not  o'erflow  me 

While  my  Saviour's  by  my  side  ; 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me. 
Soon  I'll  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

2  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 

On  the  bank  beyond  the  stream  ; 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme  ; 
555 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

See  !  they  whisper  ;  hark  !  they  call  me, 

Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! 
Lo  !  I  come  ;  earth  can't  detain  me  ! 

Hail !  ye  realms  of  endless  day  ! 

3  Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory, 

Far  ahove  yon  azure  sky, 
Though  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye, 

I'll  enjoy  you  soon  on  high  : 
Soon  I'll  gain  a  full  possession, 

Faith  and  hope  shall  henceforth  cease , 
Lost  in  love's  exhaustless  ocean, 

Love,  that  sweetest,  brightest  grace.  ' 

4  Swiftly  roll,  ye  lingering  hours  ; 

Seraphs,  lend  your  glittering  wings ; 
Love  absorbs  my  ransomed  powers, 

Heavenly  sound  around  me  rings  ; 
Jesus  clad  in  dazzling  splendor, 

Now  methinks  appears  in  view ; 
Sinners,  could  you  see  my  Jesus, 

You  would  love  and  serve  him  too. 

A1        .        G8s-      .     . 

t:^-J         Consider  the  Apostle  and,  High  Priest,  &c. 

WHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  virtue's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  should  pursue, 
Or  do  the  sin  I  should  not  do  ; 
Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 
556 


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MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

And  oh,  when  I  have  safely  passed 
Through  every  conflict  hut  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  "beside 
My  bed  of  death,  for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

P.  S.  M.  Lloyd  Day. 

Boundless  Love. 

WHAT  boundless  love  is  shown 
In  God's  redeeming  grace  ! 
'Twas  love  that  led  to  leave  his  crown, 
And  brought  the  Prince  of  glory  down, 
To  save  our  fallen  race  ! 

'Tis  love  that  long  delays 

The  rebel  sinner's  doom  ; 
'Tis  love  the  hand  of  justice  stays, 
And  when  returning  from  his  ways, 

Welcomes  the  wanderer  home. 

In  love  the  Saviour  bends 

To  hear  the  soul's  complaint  ; 
Compassionate,  his  aid  he  lends 
To  all — the  humble  poor  befriends — 

Sustains  the  soul  that's  faint. 

And  when  the  fallen  seek 

In  him  a  saving  hope, 
The  drooping  head — the  spirit  meek, 
Beneath  its  burden  growing  weak, 

He  hastens  to  lift  up. 

Descending  like  a  dove 

Upon  the  broken  heart, 
In  whispers  low  he  breathes  his  love, 
And  lifts  the  soul  its  griefs  above, 

And  bids  its  woes  depart. 
557 


45 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Where  flows  the  silent  tear, 

And  heaves  the  throbbing  breast, 
He  kindly  then  will  hover  near, 
And  dissipate  each  rising  fear, 
And  give  the  mourner  rest. 

At  his  transporting  smile 

Are  loosed  the  chains  that  bind, 
And  raptures  thrill  the  soul  the  while — 
The  world  forgotten  lies  as  vile, 
Beneath  the  soaring  mind. 

8s  &  7s. 
Great  Redeemer. 

GKEAT  Eedeemer,  friend  of  sinners, 
Thou  hast  wondrous  power  to  save  ; 
Grant  me  grace,  and  still  protect  me 
Over  life's  tempestuous  wave. 

2  May  my  soul,  with  sacred  transport 

View  the  dawn  while  yet  afar  ; 
And  until  the  sun  arises, 

Lead  me  by  the  morning  star. 

3  0  what  madness  !  0  what  folly  !    . 

That  my  heart  should  go  astray 
After  vain  and  foolish  trifles — 
Trifles  only  of  a  day. 

4  This  vain  world,  with  all  its  pleasures, 

Very  soon  will  be  no  more  ; 

There's  no  object  worth  admiring 

But  the  God  whom  we  adore. 

5  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 

On  the  bank  beyond  the  stream  ; 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme. 

558 


46 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

P.  M. 

The  Eden  of  Love. 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 
me 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
Where    glorified   spirits    with    welcome   shall 
greet  me, 
And   lead  me  to  mansions   prepared  for  the 
blest ; 
Encircled  in  light  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of 
Love. 

While  angelic  legions,  with  accents  celestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  ter- 
restrial, 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise  ; 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through 

heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  To  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden 
of  Love. 

Then  hail,  blessed  state  !  hail,  ye  songsters  of 
glory  ; 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above  ! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 
"  Salvation  from  sorrow,  thro'  Jesus 's  love  ;" 
Tho'  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me    when   freed  from  pro- 
bation : 
My  heart's  now  in  heav'n,  the  Eden  .of  Love. 
559 


47 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

P.  M. 

Vain  world,  adieu. 

WHEN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wmgs, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sing's, 
Vain  worlds  adieu. 

2  With  cheerful  hopes  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore, 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream  ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world,  adieu. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land. 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand, 
With  steady  helm  and  free-bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail  ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 

Glory  to  God  ! 

t:0       "  I  have  been  a  stranger  in  a  strange  land." 
AM  a  pilgrim,  I  am  a  stranger, 


i 


I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night  ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing. 

I  am  a  pilgrim,  I  am  a  stranger  ; 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 
Of  that  temple  to  which  I  am  going, 
My  Kedeemer,  my  Kedeemer  is  the  light  * 
Within  a  country,  unknown  and  dreary, 
I've  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 

I  am  a  pilgrim,  &c. 
560 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining — 
I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight ; 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 
I  am  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary,  and  the  weary  are  at  rest : 
There  is  no  mourning,  nor  any  grief  there, 
Nor  any  weeping,  as  when  we  part  here. 
I  am  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

If  we  are  holy,  we  shall  meet  there, 
And  we  never,  and  we  never  more  shall  part ; 
But  with  angels  and  spirits  holy, 
We  will  join  with  the  meek  and  lowly. 
Once  a  pilgrim,  once  a  stranger, 
Now  an  angel  and  a  blessed  child  of  light. 


49 
I 


lis  &  12s. 
/  would  not  live  ahcay. 

WOULD  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,   full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin — 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within  ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

I  would  not  live  alway  ;   no,  welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus   hath  lain  there,    I    dread    not   its 

gloom  ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 
vv  561 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

4  Who,  who  would  live   alway,   away   from   his 

God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where   the    rivers    of  pleasure    flow  o'er   the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their    Saviour    and   brethren,     transported   to 

greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul ! 


50 


L.  M.  Montgomery. 

A  pool-  wayfaring  Man  of  Grief. 

APOOK  wayfaring  Man  of  grief, 
Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
WTho  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay. 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came  ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  entered  ;  not  a  word  he  spake  ; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread, 

I  gave  him  all  ;  he  blessed  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again. 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then  ; 
And  while  I  fed,  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock;  his  strength  was  gone  ; 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst ; 
He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 
562 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up  ; 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drain' d  my  cup  ; 
Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er  ; 
I  drank  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night ;  the  floods  were  out  ;  it  blew 

A  winter  hurricane  aloof ; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof ; 
I  warmed,  1  clothed,  and  cheer'd  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  1  dreamed. 

5  Stripped,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway  side  ; 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Kevived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment  ; — he  was  healed  : 
I  had  myself  a  wound,  concealed, 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  ; 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 

And  honored  him  'mid  shame  and  scorn  : 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die  ; 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  u  I  will !" 

7  Then  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 

The  stranger  darted  from  disguise  ; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew  ; 

My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes  ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named — 
uOf  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed  ; 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be, 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 
563 


51 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

P.  M.  L.  J.  Cox. 

Sweet  Home. 

AN  alien  from  God  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wandered  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures 
to  trace, 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas,  that  it  led  me  from  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  Saviour,  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away  ; 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay  ; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms  ! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms  ; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 
0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home  ! 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

0  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

4  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies,  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view  ; 

1  feast   on   the   pleasures   that  flow   from   his 

throne, — 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home  ? 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  for  ever  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home. 
564 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

6  Affliction  and  sorrow  and  death  shall  be  o'er  ; 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  he  parted  no  more  ; 
There  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at  home. 

Kk)  :  8s- 

t)&  Desiring  to  depart  and  be  with  Christ. 

TE  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known, 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise  : 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good  ; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 
Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat : 
He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave — 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair, 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  Oh,  when  will  the  period  appear, 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  nere, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong  ! 
I'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay; 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see  ! 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ;l 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name  ; 
vv*  565 


54 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

I  want — oh ,  I  want  to  be  there, 
Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 

Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 
To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 

6  7s.  Josiah  Varden. 

Happy  in  Eternity. 

HAIL,  my  partners  in  distress, 
Pilgrims  through  this  wilderness  ; 
Though  in  sorrow  here  you  roam, 
Destitute  and  far  from  home, 
Yet,  poor  pilgrims,  you  shall  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 
Do  not  then  your  fate  deplore, 
Though  despised,  cast  out,  and  poor; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, — 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls, — come  home  ;" 
Then,  in  glory,  you  shall  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 
Cruel  death,  with  rudest  hands, 
May  divide  the  Christian  bands  ; 
But,  in  brighter  worlds  above, 
Friends  shall  meet  the  friends  they  love, 
Where,  united,  you  shall  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 
Just  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
Lo,  a  fruitful  land  appears  ; 
Pilgrim,  lift  your  eyes  and  see — 
There's  the  home  prepared  for  thee, 
Where,  with  Jesus,  you  shall  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 
6s  &  4s. 
Nearer  to  thee . 
M  but  a  stranger  here — 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear — ■ 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
566 


r 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand — 
Heaven  is  my  father-land. 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

What  though  the  tempests  rage  ? 

Heaven  is  my  home  : 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
And  time's  wild,  wint'ry  blast, 
Soon  will  he  overpast  ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

Therefore,  I  murmur  not — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Whate'er  my  earthly  lot, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
And  I  shall  surely  stand 
There  at  my  Lords  right  hand — 
Heaven  is  my  father-land, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

lis  &  12s. 
Tl\e  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

IN  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repair, 
When  my  heart  is  o'er  whelmed  with  sorrow 
and  care  ; 
From  the  ends  of  the  earth,  unto  thee  will  I 

cry, — 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I ! 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I  ! 

2  When   Satan,    the  tempter,     comes   in   like    a 
flood, 
To  drive   my  poor   soul  from   the   fountain   of 
good, 

567 


00 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

I'll  pray  to  the  Lord  who  for  sinners  did  die, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I  ! 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

And  when  I  have  finished  my  pilgrimage  here, 
Complete  in  Christ's  righteousness  I  shall  ap- 
pear, 
In  the  swellings  of  Jordan  all  dangers  defy, 
And  look  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I ! 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I, 
And  look  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I  ! 

And  when  the  last  trumpet  shall  sound  through 

the  skies, 
And  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth  shall 

arise, 
Transported  I'll  join  with  the  ransomed  on  high, 
To  praise  the  dear  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I ! 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I, 
To  praise  the  dear  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


56  ' 


C.  P.  M. 

The  days  of  thy  mourning  shall  be  ended. 


OH  !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 
Like  evening  lights  away — 
For  hopes  that,  like  the  stars  decay'd, 

Have  left  thy  mortal  day  ; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  he  given  ; 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart 
Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 
568 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 

Into  the  lonesome  grave, 
As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave  ; 
For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart, 

And  darksome  days  be  given, — 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart  9 

When  friends  rejoin  in  heaven. 


57 


The  Realms  of  the  Blest. 

WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 
Of  that  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed  : 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 
We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Of  its  walls  decked  with  jewels  so  rare, 
Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold  : 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 
We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within  : 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 
We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

Of  the  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
Of  the  church  of  the  first-born  above: 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 
Do  thou,  Lord  !  'midst  gladness  or  woe, 

For  heaven  our  spirits  prepare; 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know, 

And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there  ! 
Then  anthems  of  praise  we  will  sing, 

When  safe  in  that  heavenly  rest, 
To  Jesus,  our  Saviour  and  King, 

Who  reigns  in  those  realms  of  the  blest. 
569 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

£q  7s  &  9s. 

90  The  Gospel  Trumpet. 

BRETHREN,  hear  the  martial  sound, 
The  gospel  trumpet  now  is  blowing  : 
Men  in  order  'listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing  ! 
Bounty's  offered — joy  and  peace, — 

To  e^ery  soldier  this  is  given  ; 
When  from  toil  and  war  they  cease, 
A  mansion  bright  prepared  in  heaven. 

2  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 

And  feel  the  hand  of  sore  oppression, 
Have  their  debts  all  freely  paid, 

And  share  at  once  a  rich  possession  : 
Lo  !  the  sick,  the  blind,  the  dumb  ! 

Leave  all  their  maladies  behind  them  ; 
Rebel  outlaws,  when  they  come, 

Feel   love's    sweet   bonds    completely   bind 
them. 

3  Victory  is  not  to  the  strong  ; 

The  burden's  on  our  Captain's  shoulder; 
None  so  aged,  none  so  young, 

But  he  may  'list  and  be  a  soldier ; 
Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly, 

Beneath  this  banner  find  protection  ; 
None  who  on  his  name  rely 

Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection. 

4  Fear  ye  not,  the  cause  is  good  : 

Come,  who  will  to  the  crown  aspire? 
In  this  cause  the  martyrs  stood, 

And  shouted  victory  in  the  fire. 
In  this  cause  we'll  follow  on  ; 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
How,  by  faith,  we  won  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  to  life  and  glory. 
570 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Q  6,  t>,  4. 

V  Faith. 

MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine  ! 
]N"ow  hear  me  while  I  pray  ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
0  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine  ! 

2  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  : 
0,  hear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 

0  8s  &  7s. 

"  Unto  you  which  believe  he  is  precious." 

PKECIOUS  Saviour,  draw  me  nearer, 
Press  me  closer  to  thy  breast : 
Every  day  and  hour  thou  'rt  dearer  ; 
fn  thy  love  alone  I  rest. 

2  While  I  linger  in  the  desert, 

Keep,  oh,  keep  me  by  thy  side  ; 
Let  me  find  in  thee  a  covert 
And  defence  when  ills  betide. 

3  When  with  sorrows  I  am  stricken, 

To  thy  guardian  arm  I'll  flee  ; 
When  affliction's  clouds  shall  thicken, 
Sunbeams  will  be  shed  by  thee. 

4  If  my  dearest  friends  are  taken, 

And  disease  my  frame  invade  ; 
If  by  fortune  I'm  forsaken. 

And  the  hopes  of  earth  all  fade  ; 

STL 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

5  Still,  my  courage  shall  not  falter, 

On  thy  arm  I'll  fondly  lean  ; 
Confident  thou  canst  not  alter, 

Thou  wilt  cheer  the  darkest  scene  ; 

6  When  the  shades  of  death  shall  lower, 

And  the  waves  of  Jordan  roll, 
Saviour,  whisper  in  that  hour, 

"I  have  saved  thy  precious  soul." 

7  In  thine  arms  thou' It  hear  me  over 

That  deep,  dark,  and  swelling  flood, 
Washed  and  justified  for  ever, 
Evermore  to  dwell  with  God. 

^i  10s.  Hunter. 

01  "Joyfully,  joyfully." 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above  ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

2  Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go  ; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

3  Friends  fondly  cherish' d  have  pass'd  on  before, 
Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  that  shore; 
Singing,  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 

gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

4  Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear  ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  ! 
Kings  with  the  harmony  heavens  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home  ! 

572 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

5  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blow  ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

6  Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone  ; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home  ! 

XJAl       <<  AH  things  possible  to  him  that  beheveth." 

GRACIOUS  Saviour,  can  it  be 
There  awaits  a  crown  for  me  ? 
Set  with  gems  divinely  bright, 
Sparkling  each  with  heavenly  light  ? 

2  Can  it  be,  a  harp  of  gold, 

Glittering  bright,  my  hands  shall  hold? 
That  my  voice  shall  join  the  song 
Chanted  by  the  blood-washed  throng  ? 

3  Can  it  be,  in  glorious  dress, 
Purchased  by  thy  righteousness, 
I  shall  dwell  with  thee  on  high, 
Never  more  to  sin,  nor  die  ? 

4  Though  the  "  chief  of  sinners,"  Lord, 
Since  within  thy  holy  word 

Thou  hast  promised  thus  to  bless, 
Faith  must  sweetly  whisper,  Yes. 

63 


W 


The  dying  Child. 

HAT  seraph-like  music  steals  over  the  sea, 

Entrancing     the     senses     with     charmed 

melody  ! 

'Tis  the  song  of  the  angels  borne  soft  on  the  air  ; 

'Tis  for  me  they  are  singing ;  my  welcome  I  hear. 

ww  573 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

At  Jordan's  lone  river  I  eagerly  stand, 

And  stretch  forth   rny  hands  to  yon  beautiful 

land  ; 
Send  a  convoy  of  angels,  dear  Saviour,  I  pray  ! 
Let  me  join  their  sweet  music  ;  away,  0  away  ! 

Tho'  cold  are  the  billows  and  dark  is  the  wave, 
With  Jesus  beside  me,  the  surges  I'll  brave  ; 
For  the  heavenly  music  has  ravished  me  so, 
I  must  join  the  loud  chorus ;  I'll  go,  yes,  I'll  go  ! 


64 


P.  M.  Kelly. 

Termination  of  the  Christian  warfare. 

WHEN  we  pass  through  yonder  river, 
When  we  reach  the  farther  shore, 
There's  an  end  of  war  for  ever  ; 

We  shall  see  our  foes  no  more  : 
All  our  conflicts  then  shall  cease, 
Followed  by  eternal  peace. 
After  warfare,  rest  is  pleasant ; 

Oh,  how  sweet  the  prospect  is, 
Though  we  toil  and  strive  at  present, 

Let  us  not  repine  at  this  : 
Toil,  and  pain,  and  conflict  past, 
All  endear  repose  at  last. 
When  we  gain  the  heavenly  regions, 

When  we  touch  the  heavenly  shore, — 
Blessed  thought  ! — no  hostile  legions, 

Can  alarm  or  trouble  more  ; 
Far  beyond  the  reach  of  foes, 
We  shall  dwell  in  sweet  repose. 
Oh,  that  hope  !  how  bright  !  how  glorious  ! 

'Tis  his  people's  blest  reward  ;  ' 

In  the  Saviour's  strength  victorious, 

They  at  length  behold  their  Lord  ; 
In  his  kingdom  they  shall  rest, 
In  his  love  be  fully  blest. 
574 


6a 


0 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL   BONGS. 

S.  M. 

Request  of  the  beatified  Christian. 

H  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
When  I  am  called  to  die  ! 


Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy 
To  waft  my  soul  on  his;h. 


o 


66 


2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

Eoll  off  my  marble  brow, 
Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfulness  ! 
Let  heaven  begin  below. 

3  When  the  last  moment  comes, 

0  watch  my  dying  face, 
And  catch  the  bright,  seraphic  gleam 
Which  o'er  each  feature  plays. 

4  Then  to  my  ravished  ears 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given  : 

Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 

And  street  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes, 

And  lay  me  down  to  rest  ; 
And  clasp  my  pale  and  icy  hands 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 

6  Then  round  my  senseless  clay 

Assemble  those  I  love, 
And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
My  glorious  home  above. 

P.  M 

All  is  well. 

TTTHAT'S  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my 
\V       frame  ? 

Is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vital 
flame  ? 

Is  it  death  ? 
575 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free  ; 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see. 
All  is  well. 

Weep  not,  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me  ; 

All  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  I  am  free. 
All  is  well. 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes  ; 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies. 
All  is  well. 

Tune,  tune  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory  ; 

All  is  well. 
I  will  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 
All  is  well. 
Bright  angels  have  from  glory  come, 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room, 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home. 
All  is  well. 

Hark,  hark  !  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me  ; 

All  is  well. 
I  soon  shall  see  his  face  in  glory. 
All  is  welj. 
Farewell,  dear  friends,  adieu,  adieu  ! 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you  ; 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view. 
All  is  well. 
Hail,  hail,  all  hail !  ye  blood-washed  throng, 

Saved  by  grace. 
I've  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song, 
Saved  by  grace. 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
All  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine  ; 
Oh,  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  ! 
All  is  well. 
576 


67 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

9a  &  10s.  Hunter. 

A  home  in  Heaven. 

A  HOME  in  heaven  !  what  a  joyful  thought ! 
As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot, 
His  heart  oppressed  and  with  anguish  riven, 
Oh,  how  sweet  to  think  of  his  home  in  heaven. 

2  A  home  in  heaven  !   as  the  sufferer  lies 
On  his  hed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  eyes 
To  that  bright  home,  what  a  joy  is  given 
With  the  blessed  thought  of  his  home  in  heaven. 

3  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  our  pleasures  fade, 
And  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are  laid, 
And  strength  decays,  and  our  health  is  riven, 
We  are  happy  still  with  our  home  in  heaven. 

4  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  the  faint  heart  bleeds 
By  the  Spirit's  stroke,  for  its  evil  deeds  : 

Oh,  then  what  bliss  in  that  heart  forgiven, 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heaven  ! 

5  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  our  friends  are  fled 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  mould' ring  dead, 
We  wait  in  hope  on  the  promise  given  ; 

We  will  meet  up  there  in  our  home  in  heaven. 

6  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  the  wheel  is  broke, 
And  the  golden  bowl,  by  the  terror-stroke  ; 
When  life's  bright  sun  sinks  in  death's  dark 

even 
We  will  then  fly  up  to  our  home  in  heaven. 

7  Our  home  in  heaven  !   0,  the  glorious  home, 
Lo  !    the  Spirit,    joined  with    the   bride,  says, 

"Come;" 
Come.,  seek  his  face,  and  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  rejoice  in  hope  of  your  home  in  heaven. 

WW*  5W 


68 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

P.  M. 

The  Happy  Land. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day. 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King  ; 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away  : 
Why  will  ve  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then,  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

We'll  reign  for  aye  ! 

RQ  lls 

\JV  Gone  to  the  grace. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee  ; 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb, 
The    Saviour    has    passed    through    its  portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  thro' 
the  gloom. 

578 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

2  Thou   art   gone   to   the    grave — we   no   longer 

behold  thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of   the  world   by 
thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  en- 
fold thee, 

And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  has 
died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  and  its  mansion 

forsaking, 
Perhaps    thy  tried  spirit    in  doubt  lingered 

long  ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on 

thy  waking, 
And  the  song  which  thou  heard' st  was  the 

seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  'twere  wrong 

to  deplore  thee, 
When  God  was   thy  ransom,  thy  guardian, 
thy  guide  ; 
He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and  soon  will  re- 
store thee, 
Where  death  hath  no  sting  since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 


70 


L.  M.  Hunter, 

The  Heavenly  Mansion. 

THE  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 
Nor  death  nor  sighing  enter  there  ; 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine — 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky  ; 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 
579 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

3  While  here,  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam, 
Although,  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure. 

4  I  envy  not  the  rich  and  great, 

Their  pomp  of  wealth  and  pride  of  state  ; 
My  Father  is  a  richer  King — 
That  heavenly  mansion,  still  I  sing. 

5  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 
Which  flames  devour  or  waves  o'erflow  ; 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

6  Then,  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 
All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me. 


71 


8s  &  7s.  Hunter, 

Where  I  found  Christ. 

THERE  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 
Than  native  vale  or  mountain  ; 
A  spot  for  which  affection's  tear 

Springs  grateful  from  its  fountain  : 
'Tis  not  where  kindred  souls  abound, 

Though  that  is  almost  heaven  ; 
But  where  I  first  my  Saviour  found, 
And  felt  my  sins  forgiven. 

Hard  was  my  toil  to  reach  the  shore, 

Long  tossed  upon  the  ocean  ; 
Above  me  was  the  thunder's  roar, 

Beneath,  the  wave's  commotion  : 
Darkly  the  pall  of  night  was  thrown 

Around  me,  faint  with  terror  ; 
In  that  dark  hour  how  did  my  groan 

Ascend  for  years  of  error  ! 
580 


72 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Sinking  and  panting  as  for  breath, 

I  knew  not  help  was  near  me  ; 
And  cried,  "  0,  save  me,  Lord,  from  death. 

Immortal  Jesus,  hear  me. 
Then  quick  as  thought  I  felt  him  mine, 

My  Saviour  stood  before  me  ; 
I  saw  his  brightness  round  me  shine, 

And  shouted,  iC  Glory  !  glory  !" 

0  sacred  hour  !  0  hallowed  spot  ! 

Where  love  divine  first  found  me  ; 
Wherever  falls  my  distant  lot, 

My  heart  shall  linger  round  thee  : 
And  when  from  earth  I  rise  to  soar 

Up  to  my  home  in  heaven, 
Down  will  I  cast  my  eyes  once  more 

Where  I  was  first  forgiven. 

P.  M. 
A  Pilgrim. 

WHITHER  goestthou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Passing  through  this  darksome  vale? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

Traveling  through  this  lonely  void  ; 
But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blessed  with  such  a  Guide. 
0  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Such  a  Guide  !  no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 
If  some  guardian  power  defends  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 
0  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 
581 


MISCELLANEOUS  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  Yes,  unseen  ;  but  still,  believe  me, 

Such  a  Guide  my  steps  attend  ; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 

For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  rolling  through  the  vale  ; 
Should  its  boisterous  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

6  No  :  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  ; 

Thence  to  plunge  will  be  delightful ; 

There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

7  While  I  gazed ,  with  speed  surprising 

Down  the  vale  she  plunged  from  sight  ; 
Grazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising 
Like  an  angel  clothed  in  light ! 
Oh,  she's  gone  to  the  kingdom, 

Will  you  follow  her  to  glory  ? 
Hallelujah  !     Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 


73 


C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Worth  of  the  Soul 

WHAT  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 
The  whole  creation  round  ? 
That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
That  which  in  Christ  is  found  : 

The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath — 
That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife  ; 

Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

582 


MISCELLANEOUS   SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

God,  to  reclaim  it,  did  not  spare 

His  well-beloved  Son  ; 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deign'd  to  bear 

The  sins  of  all  in  one. 

The  Holy  Spirit  seal'd  the  plan, 
And  pledged  the  blood  divine, 

To  ransom  every  soul  of  man  ; — 
That  price  was  paid  for  mine. 

And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 
In  earthen  vessels  frail  ? 

Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  ? 

Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 
That  knowledge  to  obtain  ; 

Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 
But  everlasting  gain. 


583 


INDEX 


OF 

FIRST    LINES    OF    THE    HYMNS 


The  Figures  refer  to  the  number  of  the  Hymns. 

Abashed  be  all  the  boast  of  age 76 

According  to  thy  gracious  word 218 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 418 

Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near 426 

Ah!  how  shall  fallen  man 245 

Ah!   whither  should  I  go 313 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 86 

Alas!   what  hourly  dangers  rise  443 

All  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise 494 

All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb 354 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 115 

Ail-powerful,  self-existent  God 11 

All  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord 545 

All  praise  to  him  who  dwells  in  bliss 588 

Almighty  Father  !  God  of  grace 298 

Almighty  God  !  in  humble  prayer 604 

Almighty  God  !  thy  piercing  eye 15 

Almighty  Maker,  God 3 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound 364 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 452 

And  am  I  born  to  die? 619 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die? 623 

And  are  we  yet  alive? 557 

And  art  thou  with  us.  gracious  Lord  ? 45 

And  can  I  yet  delay?..". 286 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight? 247 

And  didst  thou,  Jesus,  condescend 74 

XX  1 


INDEX. 

And  is  the  Gospel  pence  and  love  ? "78 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 647 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought? 692 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have? 804 

And  must  this  body  die  ? 645 

And  now  my  soul  another  year 711 

And  will  the  great  eternal  God 187 

And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 681 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 67 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away Ill 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 176 

Appointed  by  thee,  we  meet  in  thy  name 555 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat 333 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise v. 370 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 509 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 650 

Astonished  and  distressed , 232 

Author  of  faith,  eternal  Word 342 

Author  of  faith,  we  seek  thy  face 546 

Awake  and  sing  the  song 482 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake 197 

Awake,  my  heart,  awake 584 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun , 571 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 362 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 457 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears 431 

Away  from  every  mortal  care 511 

Away,  my  needless  fears 471 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 455 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 659 

Baptized  into  your  Saviour's  death 217 

Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here 415 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 479 

Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near 456 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 269 

Behold,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 723 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 85 

Behold  thy  temple,  God  of  grace 198 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 611 

Behold  us,  Lord,  in  humble  fear 507 

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INDEX. 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 355 

Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form 77 

Being  of  beings,  (rod  of  love 609 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 651 

Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin  278 

Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God 530 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 519 

Blest  are  our  eyes  that  see  the  light 570 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 556 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 550 

Blest  Comforter,  divine 141 

Blest  hour  when  mortal  man  retires 181 

Blest  men  who  stretch  their  willing  hands , 433 

Blest  with  the  joys  of  innocence 226 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 256 

Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn  62 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 242 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 717 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 65 

Can  Truth  Divine  fulfilment  fail? 33 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 552 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 411 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day..". 105 

Come  and  let  us  sweetly  join 562 

Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part , .   5b9 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light 145 

Come,  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 211 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 146 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  let 138 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 140 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 130 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  raise  our  songs 131 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 205 

Come,  let  our  mournful  songs  record 93 

Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the    Lord 698 

Come,  let  our  voices  join 714 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue,  with 427 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey,  &c 709 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 117 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 660 

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INDEX. 

Coine,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine 563 

Come,  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe 490 

Come,  listening  Spirit,  come 225 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart 671 

Come,  my  fond,  fluttering    heart 302 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 617 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 454 

Come,  0  thou  King  of  all  thy  saints 531 

Come,  0  thou  Traveler  unknown , 347 

Come,  0  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord 271 

Come,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above 385 

Come,  sinners,  to  the   gospel  feast 282 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 35 

Come,  weary  souls  with  sin  distressed 264 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 266 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish 280 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 260 

Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord 27 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord... 551 

Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come 258 

Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace «. 207 

Command  thy  blessing  from  above  485 

Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 388 

Day  of  Judgment !  Day  of  Wonders 693 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  all  below 305 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 447 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 324 

Delightful  work  young  souls  to  win 715 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 323 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep? 82 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 389 

Dread  Jehovah,  God  of  nations 697 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 593 

Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord 148 

Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode 12 

Eternal  source  of  every  joy 707 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth  143 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 134 

Extended  on  a  cursed  tree 103 

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INDEX. 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 338 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 339 

Faith,  'tis  a  precious  grace 337 

Far  as  thy  mme  is  known 191 

Far  from  affliction,  toil  and  care 621 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone 171 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 663 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glories  shine 17 

Father,  I  dare  believe *. 335 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 308 

Father  of  all,  whose  love  profound 32 

Father  of  Jesus  Christ,  ray  Lord 346 

Father  of  Jesus  Christ,  the  Just 310 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 160 

Father  of  peace  and  God  of  love 136 

Father,  our  hearts  we  lift 63 

Father,  'tis  thine  each  day  to  yield 50 

Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift 52 

Father,  whose  everlasting  love 532 

Firmly  I  stand  on  Zion's  hill 400 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 374 

Forever  with  the  Lord ♦. 677 

Fountain  of  life  to  all  below 525 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 175 

Friend  after  friend  departs 632 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 500 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard 96 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 437 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 722 

From  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet 713 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 664 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 42 

Giver  and  Guardian  of  our  sleep 577 

Giver  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace 548 

Glorious  thiugs  of  thee  are  spoken 185 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 596 

Go  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord 208 

God  in  the  Gospel  of  his  Son 162 

God  is  in  this  and  every  place 309 

God  is  love,  his  mercy  brightens 25 

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IXDEX. 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 434 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 37 

God  my  supporter  and  my  hope 53 

God  of  all  power  and  truth  and  grace  405 

God  of  love,  that  hear'st  the  prayer 410 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 297 

God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 401 

God  of  my  mercy  and   my  praise .  ...  81 

God  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice    576 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 529 

Gracious  Redeemer,  shake 468 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift 151 

Great  First  of  beings,  mighty  Lord  5 

Great  God  attend  while  Zion  sings 196 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou 19 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 391 

Great  God,  now  condescend 212 

Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 702 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 598 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise 155 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 190 

Greatest  of  beings,  source  of  life 34 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  428 

Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good 8 

Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus 361 

Hail,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 68 

Hail,  thou  once-despised  Jesus 122 

Hallelujah,  Lord    our  voices  184 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 720 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended 639 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 398 

Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace 524 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 489 

Hark,  a  voice  divides  the  sky 633 

Hark,  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 628 

Hark,  how  the  watchmen  cry 209 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  baviour  comes 59 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing 64 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee 732 

Hark,  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear 272 

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INDEX. 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love   and  mercy 89 

Hark,  what  mean  those  holy  voices 72 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 728 

Hasten,  sinner  to  be  wise 235 

He  comes,  he  comes,  the  judge  severe 685 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies 108 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 121 

He  that  has  made  his  refuge  God 47 

Head  of  the  church,  whose  Spirit  fills 725 

Hear,  O  sinner,  mercy  hails  you 255 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims  , 649 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God -6 

Ho,  every  one  that  thirsts  draw  nigh 261 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 21 

Holy,  and  true,  aud  righteous  Lord 399 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness 152 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine  142 

Holy  source  of  consolation 149 

Hosannah  be  the  children's  song 716 

Hosannah  to  Jesus  on  high 625 

How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  0  Lord 51 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 206 

How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 626 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 636 

How  can  a  sinner  know 358 

How  charming  is  the  place 195 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  ,..  193 

How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round 591 

How  firm  a  foundation,   ye  saints  of  the 430 

How  great  the  wisdom,  power  and  grace 127 

How  happy  are  they 336 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 652 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot 395 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 150 

How  honored  is  the  place 192 

How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 299 

How  many  pass  the  guilty  night 705 

How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 473 

How  perfect  is  thy  word 157 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 194 

How  precious  is  the  Book  Divine 159 

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INDEX. 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight 560 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day 631 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 565 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds S68 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 412 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 246 

I  ask  the  gift  of  righteousness 378 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  and 376 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  what ! 124 

I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light 301 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath 504 

I'll  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God 18 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries 475 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 186 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 616 

I  own  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess 300 

I  thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 319 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray 612 

I  want  a  principle  within 613 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 285 

Ifhuman  kindness  meets  return..  -., 223 

In  duties  and  in  sufferings  too 75 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 91 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 483 

In  vain  opposing  nations  rage 696 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God b8 

Indulgent  Father,  by  whose  care 597 

Indulgent  God,  to  thee  I  raise 387 

Infinite  God,  to  thee  we  raise 520 

Infinite,  unexhausted  love 534 

It  is  the  Lord  enthroned  in  light 440 

Jehovah,  God,  thy  gracious  power 20 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 657 

Jesus,  all  redeeming  Lord 220 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 444 

Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 547 

Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live 377 

Jesus,  I  come  to  thee 321 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 369 

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INDEX. 

Jesus   I  my  cross  have  taken 446 

Jesus,  iu  whom  the  weary  find 320 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 291 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 424 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 360 

Jesus,  my  life,  thyself  apply 375 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 329 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace 721 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend 365 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  let  me  be 402 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 353 

Jesus,  our  best-beloved  friend .-  561 

Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind 265 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 126 

Jesus,  the  all-restoring  word 478 

Jesus,  the  name  high  overall 128 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee 334 

Jesus,  thou  dear  redeeming  Lord 484 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King 502 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few 274 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 535 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 386 

Jesus,  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes 727 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  now  can  fly 345 

Jesus    united  by  thy  grace 558 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee 553 

Join  all  ye  ransomed  sons  of  grace 704 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 497 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  has  come 66 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 283 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 564 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears 163 

Leader  of  faithful  souls,  and  guide 512 

Let  all  who  truly  bear 219 

Let  carnal  minds  the  world  pursue.., 359 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree 129 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 165 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 259 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak 23 

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INDEX. 

Let  him  to  whom  we  now  belong 409 

Let  others  boast  how  strong   they  be 540 

Let  the  redeemed  give  thanks  and  praise 332 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast 344 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 237 

Lift  your  hearts  to  things  above  514 

Lift  your  heads,  ye  frieuds  of  Jesus 6*4 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 189 

Lo,  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 686 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land  254 

Lo,  round  the  throne  a  glorious  band 668 

Lo,  the  prisoner  is  released 641 

Long  have  I  seemed  to  serve  the  Lord 467 

Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee 14 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. 543 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing ,  544 

Lord,  how  delightful 'tis  to  see 180 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 366 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 371 

Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal 307 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 574 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace 397 

Lord,  in  these  dark  and  and  dismal  Jays 463 

Lord  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 201 

Lord  of  my  life,  O  may  thy  praise 586 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows 178 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright 602 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen    me  through 13 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 592 

Lord,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin 229 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now    505 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  prove 536 

Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys  9 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  ou  high 109 

Lord    while  for  all  mankind  we   pray 699 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 406 

Love  is  the  theme  of  saints  above  567 

Lovers  of  pleasure  more  than  God 267 

May  1,  throughout  this  day  of  thine 174 

Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case 331 

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INDEX. 

Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heaven 340 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb  112 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join 60 

Most  gracious  God,  reveal  356 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 453 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 701 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 79 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so 465 

My  Father,  cheering  name 357 

My  former  hopes  are  fled 233 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 575 

My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine 372 

My  God,  my  God,  to  thee  T  cry 615 

My  God,  my  life,    my  love 419 

My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love 413 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 384 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou 363 

My  hope,  my  portion    and  my    God 466 

My  opening  eyts  with  rapture  see 169 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend 420 

My  Saviour's  pierced  side.    216 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 436 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise  , 22 

My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done 451 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone 432 

My  times  ar%in  thy  hand 442 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 97 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 57 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 521 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme.  493 

Now.  from  the  altar  of  our   hearts  590 

Now,  in  the  flush  of  youthful  blood 248 

Now  is  the  accepted  time 270 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King 167 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 118 

Now  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains 125 

Now  the  shades  ot  night  are  gone 581 

Now  to  thine  altar,  Lord 287 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 542 

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INDEX. 

Object  of  my  first  desire 414 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring 92 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand  656 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 730 

On  thee,  each  morning    0  my  God  578 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 573 

O  come  and  dwell  in  me.  422 

0  come,  thou  great  and  gracious  Power 417 

0  could  I  speak  the   matchless  worth 498 

0  could  I  find  from  day  to  day 381 

0  could  I  find  some  peaceful  bower 234 

O  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear 182 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 460 

0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 448 

0  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 327 

0  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 396 

O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 667 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 480 

0  for  that  tenderness  of  heart  292 

0  for  the  death  of  those 634 

0  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  : 380 

O  God  of  Abram,  by  whose  hand 43 

()  God  of  sovereign  grace 726 

0  God,  our  help  in  ages   past 54 

0  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  our   song  533 

0  God,  thou  bottomless  abyss 28 

O  God,  though  countless  worlds  of  light * 203 

O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 367 

O  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 523 

O  how  divine,  ho*  sweet  the  joy 351 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  word 166 

O  Israel,  to  thy  tents  repair 462 

O  Jesus,  at  thy  feet  we  wait 373 

O  j°yful  sound  of  Gospel  grace ..  379 

O  Lord,  another  day  js  flown 599 

O  Lord,  encouraged  by   thy  grace 214 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil 439 

O  Lord,  my  God,  in  mercy  turn 296 

O  Lord,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry  585 

O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  hare  told 700 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire  188 

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IXDEX. 

0  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impnrt 408 

0  Love  Divine,  what  hast  thou  done 102 

0  may  thy  powerful  word 416 

0  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness 449 

0  speak  that  word  again 474 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive 314 

O  that  I  could  repent,  0 290 

0  that  I  could  repent,  with 289 

0  that  I  could  revere 284 

0  that  I  knew  the  secret  place  579 

0  that  I  were  as  heretofore 470 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 330 

O  that  the  Comforter  would  come 147 

O  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys 120 

O  thou  my  light,  my  life,  my  joy 39 

O  thou  our  husband,  brother,  friend 510 

O  thou  that  nearest  prayer 135 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 316 

O  thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight 423 

O  thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear 312 

O  thou  whom  all  thy  saints  adore 508 

O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 293 

O  what  a  mighty  change 670 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace 279 

O  where  is  now  that  glowing  love 461 

O  where  is  the  mysterious  bourn 253 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 306 

O  why  did  I  my  Saviour  leave 464 

O  why  should  gloomy  thoughts  arise 277 

Our  Captain  leads'  us  on 458 

Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven 608 

Our  hearts  are  fastened  to  this  world 618 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 114 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright  • 672 

Parting  soul,  the  floods  await  thee 662 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear 38 

People  of  the  living  God 204 

Plunged  iu  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 87 

Poor  and  afflicted.  Lord,  are  thine 425 

Power  from  on  high,  O  God,  impart 137 

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INDEX. 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens,  adore  him 491 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 487 

Praise  ye  the  Lord, 'tis  good  to  raise f>01 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  ye  immortal  choirs  , 522 

Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray 607 

Prayer  is  appointed  to -convey 600 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire.* 601 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 326 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 73 

Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord 411 

Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceased 624 

Rejoice  in  God,  the  word  commands 472 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 123 

Rejoice,  ye  nghteous  in  the  Lord 496 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern 541 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 236 

Return,  0  wanderer,  return 273 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 679 

Rise,  0  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 518 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 98 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 724 

Safely  through  another  week 173 

Salvation,  0  the  joyful  sound 503 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 595 

Saviour,  Prince  of  Israel's  race 288 

Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing 892 

See,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne 695 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 213 

See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see 554 

Servants  of  God,  in  joyful  lays 492 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 638 

Shall  I  for  fear  of  feeble  man 210 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life 642 

Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 605 

Shepherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes 70 

Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God  49 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive 317 

Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of  death 627 

Sin  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts.....  228 

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INDEX, 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  disease 227 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 55 

Since  e'er  thy  footstool  here  below 658 

Sing,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord 537 

Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise 708 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 499 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secuie 238 

Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown 244 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep 251 

Sinner,  what  has  earth  to  show 231 

Sinners,  obey  the  Gospel  word 262 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 240 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 239 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 594 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 435 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 488 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  ail 325 

Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer 153 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay 648 

Spirit  of  Truth,  come  down 139 

Stand  the  Omnipotent  decree 683 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 481 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fear 459 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 322 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies 94 

Stricken,  smitten  and  afflicted 450 

Sure,  the  blessed  Comforter  is  nigh 133 

Sweet  glories  rush  upon  my  sight tt 661 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 179 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest 394 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 665 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 517 

Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope 691 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 469 

Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour  said 281 

Talk  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal 559 

Terrible  thought,  shall  I  alone 303 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come , 689 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death 224 

The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 156 

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INDEX. 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 587 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day  688 

The  God  of  Abram  praise G69 

The  God  of  my  salvation  lives 538 

The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 6 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 116 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,   Lord 154 

The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 31 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads.. 222 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 107 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 40 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is., 41 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky 710 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  rry  light 199 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise 183 

The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  quake  687 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine  328 

The  morning  breaks,  my  voice  I  raise 583 

The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets 622 

The  praying  spirit  breathe 566 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 202 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 71 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 257 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls 215 

The  Saviour,  O  !  what  endless  charms 539 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  on  me 350 

The  spacious  firmament  on   high 4 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 161 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears.. 110 

The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said 477 

Tre  thing  my  God  doth  hate 421 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears 58 

Thee,  King  of  saints,  we  praise 221 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name 620 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with   blood 95 

There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 719 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks J. 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 666 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 676 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 655 

There  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when 252 

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INDEX. 

There  is  a  vole  in  every  gale 2 

This  day  the  Lord  has  called  his  own ..   172 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ...   177 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore ■. *»..   506 

Thou  hidden  God  for  whom  I  groan » 311 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 682 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 495 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  peace 403 

Thou  Man  of  griefs,  remember  me 315 

Thou  seest  my  feebleness 438 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine 383 

Thou  Son  of  God  whose  flaming  eyes 516 

Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong 582 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 56 

Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  night 580' 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path 644 

Thus  far  on  life's  perplexing  path 513. 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 589 

Thus  speaks  the  high  and  lofty  One 294. 

Thy  ceaseless   unexhausted- love .     16 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess 526 

Thy  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light 164 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord 630 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford .  .. 486 

Thy  way,  0  God,  is  in  the  sea ,. 48 

Thy  word,  almighty  Lord 158 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 341 

'Tis  finished,  so  the  Saviour  cried 99 

'Tis  fiuished,  the  Messiah  dies 100 

'Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads 132 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow.. 83 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes. 44 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope. 675 

To  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes.. 614 

To  thee,  O  God,  when  creatures  fail. 637 

To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go.. 382 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 549 

'Twas  told  me  in  my  early  day 674 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 640 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes ,,,.   527 

YY*  17 


INDEX. 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 250 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 343 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear 249 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 046 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 429 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 729 

We  bring  no  glittering  treasure 718 

We  come  with  joyful  song 69 

We  know,  by  faith  we  know 653 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 572 

We,  like  Jesse's  son    would  raise 200 

We  need  not  soar  above  the  skies 7 

Weary  souls  that  wander  wide 276 

Welcome,  0  Saviour,  to  my  heart 393 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 168 

What  cheering  words  are  these 407 

What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope 404 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 515 

What  shall  we  ask  of  God  in  prayer 603 

What  sinners  value,  I  resign 690 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 606 

When  Adam  sinned,  through  all  his  race 230 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 36 

When  at  a  distance,  Lord,  we  trace 80 

When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind 476 

"When  God,  neglected  or  denied 10 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be..... 318 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  673 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  toss  84 

When  I  the  lonely  grave  survey 113 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 678 

When  overwhelme  I    with  grief. 445 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 680 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 731 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain 390 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 694 

Where  can  we  hide,  or  wh'ther  fly 24 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 275 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks 61 

Whi'e  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power 610 

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IXDEX, 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 654 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 352 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 643 

Why  on  the  bending  willovs  hung 528 

Why  should  believers  when  they  meet 568 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow 635 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 144 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 629 

Why  will  ye  lavish  out  your  years 241 

Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 348 

With  glorious  clouds  encompassed  round 101 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day  170 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 119 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song 30 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 295 

Within  these  walls  be  peace 712 

W7ould  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die 104 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 263 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 29 

Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord 106 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord i 703 

Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man 90 

Ye  trembling  souls  !  dismiss  your  fears ...  46 

Ye  virgin  souls,  arise 706 

Ye  who  despise  the  Saviour's  grace 243 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 268 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak 349 


19 


INDEX  OF  STANZAS, 


THE    FIRST    LINE    OF    EVERY    STANZA    EXCEPT    THE    FIRST    IN 
EACH    OF    THE    HYMNS. 

The  Figures  refer  to  the  number  of  the  Hymns. 


A  bleeding  Saviour 
A  beam  from  heav. 
A  cloud  of  witness. 
A  country  of  joy 
A  faith  that  shines 
A  faith  that  keeps 
A  glory  gilds  the 
A  hand  divine 
A  heavenly  calm 
A  heart  in  every 
A  heart  resigned 
A  hope  so  much 
A  holy  quiet  reign 
A  horror  of  great 
A  land  of  corn,  and 
A  land  upon 
A  nobler  lot 
A  pardon  written 
A  poor  blind  child 
A  rest  where  all 
A  second  look 
A  thousand  ages 
Abra'm  obeyed 
Absent  from*  thee 
Accept  our  faint 
Admit  him  ere  his 
Agonizing  in  the 
Ah  !  how  shall 
Ah  !  how  shall 
Ah  !  Lord,  enlarge 
Ah  !  leave  us  not 
Ah!  nol'still 
Ah  !  no  with  thee 
Ah  !  then  my  soul 
Ah  !  whit  avails 
Ah  S   wherefore 
Ah  !  w  hither 
Ah  !  whitht-r 
All  are  thy  messen. 
All  bounteous  Lord 
All  earthly  joys 


497 
631 

4  57 
427 
44- 
44- 
161 
537 
176 
396 
306 
355 
636 

96 
SHi 
676 
462 
271 
318 
371 

91 

U 
339 
293 
175 
269 
260 
245 
658 
310 
151 
303 
5-2 
677 
390 
318 
4  57 
253 

34 

9 

305 


All  great  Creator  34 

Allglorvbeto  61 

All  hail!  ye  fair  661 

All  my  capacious  369 

All  nature  owns  29 

All  nature  sings  167 

All  needful  grace  196 

All  needful  grace  533 

All  o'er  those  wide  656 

All  the  day  long  265 

All  that  spring  487 

All  the  power  of  220 
All  things  are  read  222 

Almighty  God  715 

Almighty  God  241 

Almighty  Son,  in  32 

Almighty  King  232 

Almighty  grace  473 

Alone  the  dread  183 

Alone  the  dread  110 

Although  the  vine  455 
Amazing  knowledge  13 

Amazing  love  236 

Among  the  saints  575 

Among  thy  saints  694 

An  answer  from  253 

An  un regenerate  311 

And  as  her  holy  523 

And  canst  thou  473 

And  didst  thou  74 

And  dost  thou  474 

And  from  his  6S1 

And  guard  with  225 

And  grant.  O  Fa.  298 

And  hark  amid  719 

And  if  our  fel.  545 

And  in  the  great  187 

And  in  that  stren.  225 

And  must  the  cri.  15 

And  Jesus  thou  599 
And  may  the  gospel  1S8 

"  21 


And  soon  to 
And  thou.  O  ever 
And  whether  grief 
And  when  my 
And  when  the 
And  when  from 
And  when  these 
And  when  this 
And  when  affliction 
And  when  around 
And  when  through 
And  when  the 
And  when  we 
And  when  our 
And  when  on 
And  while  in  all 
And  while  we 
And  while  1  rest 
And  wilt  thou 
And  wilt  thou 
And  will  man 
And  yet  the  doom 
And  yet  there  is 
And  Vet  this 
Angels  and  men 
Angels  assist  our 
Anon  at  his 
Apostles  martyrs 
Appear  as  when 
Approach  your  G. 
Arise  my  soul 
Aiise.  O  God 
Are  there  no 
Are  we  not  tend. 
Arm  me  with 
Array'd  in  glory 
Archangel  sound 
As  by  the  light 
As  in  the  an. 
As  surely  as 
As  pity  "dwells 


717 
533 

34 
133 
189 
198 
218 
364 
417 
417 
450 
585 
687 
587 
597 
8 
205 
592 

45 
599 
488 
252 
387 
598 

27 

87 
677 
657 
484 
272 
579 
532 
452 
643 
418 
645 
120 
359 
509 
441 
720 


INDEX   OF  STANZAS. 


As  thee  their  God 
.  As  through  a  glass 
Ashamed  of  Jesus 
Ask  but  his 
Asleep  in  Jesus 
.Asleep  in  Jesus 
Asleep  in  Jesus 
Asleep  in  Jesus 
Asleep  in  Jesus 
Assembled  here 
Assure  my  con. 
At  his  call 
At  his  presence 
At  Jesus'  call 
At  last  I  own 
At  morn,  at  noon 
At  morning,  noon 
At  thy  command 
At  thy  last  gasp 
Author  of  our 
Author  of  faith 
Awake,  asleep 
Awake,  awake 
Awake  my  soul 
Awake  thy  sweet 
Away  ye  dreams 
Away  ye  false 
Awed  by  a  mor. 

Barren  although 
Barren  and  with 
Be  Christ  our  pat. 
Be  faithful 
Be  it  according 
Be  not  blind 
Be  ours  the  bliss 
Be  this  my  one 
Be  thou  my  pat. 
Be  thou  my  st. 
Be  thou  my  s. 
Before  his  "feet 
Before  me  place 
Before  our  Father 
Before  the  great 
Uefore  the  hills 
Before  the  Sav. 
Before  thy  sh. 
Before  we  quite 
Behold  again 
Behold  another 
Behold  for  me 
Behold  him  all 
Behold  i  fall 
Behold  the  Ark 
Behold  the  aged 
Behold  the  blest 
Behold  the  inner 


700|Behold  the  sin  53 

48  Behold  to  thee  131 

444J Behold  this  fair  6 

92  Believe  in  him  267 

650  Believing  on  my  345 

650,  Believing  we     "  57 

650  Beneath  thy  shad.  536 

650  Beyond  my  high  186 

650  Beyond  the  bo.  454 

131  Beyond  the  flight  632 

144  Bevond  this  va.  306 

693  Bless'd  are  the  m.  519 

238  Bless'd  are  the  s.  519 

427  Bless'd  are  the  p.  519 

334  Bless'd  are  the  suf.  519 

578  Bless'd  Saviour  257 

8  Bless  O  my  soul  530 

356  Bless  we  them  728 

90|Blessing  and  th.  704 

1521  Blest  are  the  194 

308  Blest  are  the  194 

24|  Blest  be  the  Lord  177 

420|  Blest  earnest  151 

711  Blest  be  that  name  492 

528  Blest  hour  for  181 

80  Blest  hour  when  181 

263  Blest  hour  when  181 

210  Blest  is  the  pious  556 

Blest  object  of  705 

455  Blest  Saviour  171 

710  Blest  Saviour  457 
77  Blest  Saviour  694 

458  Blind  unbelief  37 

404  Bold  shall  I  stand  535 

251  Born  thy  people  68 

715  Borne  upon  thee  488 

254  Bow  ere  the  awful  236 

79  Bow  to  thee  240 

363  Bow'd  down  333 

333  Break  from  his  640 

127  Break  off  the  yoke  330 

254  Break  off  your  108 

550  Breathe  onus  554 

669  Burden'd  with  258 

54  Burden'd  with  g.  602 

669  But  ah  my  in.  439 

510jBut  ah  the  song  531 

398  But  art  thou  615 

461  But  Christ  the  57 

711  IBut  chiefly  thy  526 
615  But  clouds  still  677 
102  But  drops  of  grief  86 
229  But  ere  that  681 
ISO  But  grace  so  247 
248  But  gracious  God  93 
521  But  he,  for  his  324 
521  But  he  that  240 

22 


But  I  have  felt  382 

But  I  of  means  467 

But  in  thy  Father  76 

But  if  the  fire  47 

But  I  shall  share  179 

But  I  my  Lord  476 

But  long  as  stand  33 

But  life  attends  94 

But  Lord  !  my  321 

But  lo  !  a  place  591 

But  must  1  part  302 

But  no  such  326 

But  now  when  469 

But  O  how  soon  464 

But  O  when  447 

But  raise  your  106 

But  on  that  fore  252 

But  soon  he'll  85 

But  thy  atone.  88 

But  thy  compass.  22 

But  thy  right  700 

But  time  rolls  713 

But  timorous  mor.  655 

But  'tis  our  God  540 

But  to  draw  near  53 

But  to  thy  house  574 

But  to  those  who  693 

But  thou  hast  721 

But  trusting  in  507 

But  we  are  come  521 

But  we  are  hast.  621 

But  where  the  L.  497 

But  when  we  view  17 

But  will  he  prove  269 

'But  with  thee  325 
Bulwarks  of  grace  192 

By  cool  Siloam's  717 

By  death  and  hell  509 

Bv  faith  we  know  339 

By  faith  we  know  342 

jBy  faith  we  659 
By  foreign  streams  528 

!B\*  these  may  I  164 

By  thine  inspired  141 

jBy  thine  own  68 

By  this  the  blest  131 

By  thy  Spirit  288 

ICall'd  from  216 
Can  aught  beneath  150 

Can  I  survey  94 

Can  I  with  hopes  440 

Can  mercv  reach  321 

Can  this  be  he  687 

Canst  thou  in  231 

JCause  us  the  re.  554 

'Cease,  cease,  ye  642 


INDEX    OF   STANZAS. 


Cease  my  soul 
Celestial  choirs 
Chance  and  change 
Cheerful  they 
Cheerful  we  tread 
Cheerfully  the 
Children  our  kind 
Children  whose  lit. 
Christ  is  born 
Christ's  little  flock 
Christ  shall  bless 
Christians  !  dry 
Christians  we 
Close  behind  the 
Close  by  thy  side 
Cold  mountains 
Come  all  ye  so 
Come  Almighty 
Come  and  possess 
Come  and  worship 
Come  as  the  dew 
Come  as  the  dove 
Come  as  the  fire 
Come  as  the  light 
Come  back 
Come  blessed  Lord 
Come  heaven  and 
Come  Holy  Ghost 
Come  Holy  Ghost 
Come  Holy  Spirit 
Come  blessed  S. 
Come  let  us 
Come  Lord 
Come  Lord 
Come  Lord  the 
Come  0  my  God 
Come  quickly  in 
Come  saints 
Come  smiling  hope 
Come  then  for 
Come  then  with 
Come  to  the  liv. 
Come  waiting 
Come  worship 
Come  ye  weary 
Comfort  those 
Command  thy  b. 
Command  thy  b. 
Confound  o'erpow. 
Conq'ror  of  hell 
Contented  now 
Content  with  be. 
Convinced  and 
Convince  him 
Convince  us 
Correct  reprove 
Corruption,  earth 


679|Could  my  tears 


65 

25 

194 

341 

450 

715 

34 

72 

567 

614 

112 

560 

6S4 

4  03 

79 

274 

406 

2S6 


Could  we  but 
Courage  my  soul 
Courage  my  soul 
Corruption  flows 
Creatures,  as  nu. 
Create  my  nature 
Create  my  soul 
Crown  him 
Cut  off  our  des. 


Dangers  stand 
Days  of  trial 
Dear  name !  the 
Dear  Saviour  be 
Dear  Saviour  let 
Dear  Saviour 
Dear  Saviour 
Death  enters 
Death  ere  another 
153  Death,  hell  and 
153  Death  may  the 
153  Death  rides  on 
153  Deep  in  unfath. 
46S  Deep  regret 

94  Depart  from  me 
305  Depend  on  him 
147  Deny  thyself 
609  Descend'celes. 
130  Descending  on 
94  Determined 
23  Devoutly  yield 
725  Did  we  not  raise 
508  Didst  thou  not 
330  Didst  thou  regard 
379  Didst  thou  thv 
490  Diffuse,  O  God 
108  Direct  control 
394  Dispensing  good 
335  Distracting  th. 
279  Dissolve  thou  these 
261  Divine  instructor 
225  Do  not  I  love 
35  Dost  thou  not 
260  Doth  a  skillful 
505  Doth  Satan  fill 
485  Doth  sin  appear 
485  Doth  thv  right 
399 j  Down  from  the 
375 1  Down  through 
350[Draw  with  thy 
412  Dwell  within  us 
137 

516  Each  following 
138iEach  thought 
363  Earth  from  afar 
645 !  Earth  may  with 

23 


98 
655 
432 
451 
230 

S 
316 

3 
115 
410 

620 
429 
368 
660 
667 
264 
531 
249 
713 
100 
630 
651 
37 
297 
681 
600 
242 

o 

685 
456 
711 

49 
10 

74 

74 

151 

571 

78 
486 
675 
160 

389 
144 

231 
272 
272 

45 

8 

60 
141 
149 

502 

5*8 
12 
11 


Earth's  every  pulse    33 


E'en  now  when 
E'en  the  hour 
E'er  since  by 
Empty  of  him 
Enemies  no  more 
Enlarge  my  heart 
Enlightened  by 
Errors  and  sins 
Eternal  are  thy 
Eternal  King 
Eternal  life 
Eternal  life  thy 
Eternal  Spirit 
Eternal  Spirit 
Eternal  Spirit 
Eternal  Spirit 
Eternal  wisdom 
Eternity  with 
Every  eye  shall 
Exert  thy  sacred 
Extinguish  the 
Extol  the  Lamb 
Extort  the  cry 
Exults  our 

Fain  would  1 
Fainting  souls 
Fair  distant  land 
Faith  in  the 
Faith  lends  its 
Faith,  mighty 
Faith  must  obev 
Faith  sees  the 
Faithful.  Q  Lord 
Faithful  soul 
Far  above  all 
Far,  far  above 
Farewell  conflict. 
Father  and  shall 
Father,  he  cries 
Father,  I  wait 
Father,  if  I 
Father,  in  these 
Father,  in  us 
Father,  my  soul 
Father  of  all 
Father  of  end. 
Father,  Son  and 
Father,  thy  mer. 
Father,  thy  will 
Fear  him  ye 
Fear  not  breth. 
Fear  not,  I  am 
Fear  not,  said  he 
Fear  not  that  he 
Fear  not  the  pow. 


227 
25 
95 
309 
730 
401 
134 
463 
500 
248 
346 
495 
32 
211 
226 
327 
259 
19 
'686 
637 
338 
256 
516 
358 

330 

278 
663 
602 
342 
346 
340 
642 
16 
614 
410 
470 
636 
130 
58 
354 
315 
211 
486 
511 
603 
520 
200 
708 
356 
56 
552 
430 
61 
46 
46 


INDEX    OF   STANZAS. 


Fear  not  the  ter. 
Fear  not  the  want 
Fearless  of  hell 
Fight -on  mv  soul 
Fill  me  with  all 
Fill  our  souls 
Fill  with  invi. 
Filled  with  delight 
Find  in  Christ 
Finish  then 
Finished  all  the 
Firm,  faithful 
Firmly  trusting 
First  born  of 
Five  bleeding 
Fixed  and  eternal 
Flocks  that  whiten 
Follow  me 
Followed  by  their 
Foolish  and  itn. 
Foolish  fears 
For  each  assault 
For  ever  firm 
For  every  thirsty 
For  her  my 
For  love  like  this 
For  more  we  ask 
For  never  shall 
For  pleasure  I 
For  such  compas. 
For  she  has  treas. 
For  the  blessiRgs 
For  the  joy  he 
For  thee  the  S. 
For  these  inesti. 
For  thine  own  c. 
For  thine  own  m. 
For  this  in  faith 
For  this  the  earth 
For  this  the  sun 
For  thou  our  bur. 
For  we  like  chil. 
Forbid  it.  Lord 
Forgive  the  cri. 
Forgotten  be  each 
Fountain  of  being 
Fountain  of 
Free  us  from  en. 
Fresh  as  the  grass 
From  all  iniquity 
From  all  iniquity 
From  God 
From  heaven  an. 
From  hell's 
From  Jesus 
From  little  ones 
From  morn  till 


46 

46 

384 

436 

47- 
5-1 
3  JO 
656 
276 
406 

89 
561 
411 
319 
370 

11 
487 
204 
633 
404 
207 
468 

26 
257 
186 
167 
609 
680 
296 

39 
523 
4^7 
639 
277 
156 
291 
290 
653 
5 
5 

71 
604 

84 
5>3 
564 

11 
411 
560 
540 
510 
404 
230 
685 
329* 
324 
716 

20 


From 
From 
From 
From 
From 
From 
From 
From 


north  to 
sorrow 
strength 
the  celestial 
the  provision 
thee  that  I 
thee,  the 
thee  through 


Gather  the  out. 
.Gethsemane 
Gently  with  the 
Give  deep  hu. 
Give  me  a  new 
Give  me  on 
Give  me  thyself 
Give  me  to  trust 
Give  me  thy  coun. 
Give  these,  and 
Give  us,  O  Lord 
Give  us,  with  ac. 
Give  up  ourselves 
Give  us  this  day 
Glorj  to  God 
Glory  to  God 
Glor'v  to  God 
Glory  to  God ! 
Glory  to  Thee 
Glorious  things 
Go  into  every 
Go  meet  him 
Go  shepherds 
Go  then,  earthly 
Go  to  the  ants 
Go  up  with  Christ 
God  is  in  heaven 
God  is  our  sun 
God  is  our  sun 
God  is  our  streng. 
God,  my  R. 
God  of  all  grace 
God  of  mei  cy 
God  scorns  not 
God  will  not 
Good  when  he 
Grace  all  the  w. 
Grace  first  con. 
Grace  led  my 
Grace,  'tis  a 
Grant  that  all 
Grant  this 
Grant  us  the  p. 
Great  Advocate 
Great  God.  to 
Great  God  !  how 
Great  God,  re. 
Great  God,  create 

24 


126 
550 
607 

140 

26 

613 

431 

52 

484 
218 
582 
602 
405 
46^ 
377 
438 
576 
602 
195 
465 
563 
608 
70 
69 
565 
65 
571 
185 
207 
706 
70 
446 
465 
209 
12 
196 
533 
481 
645 
602 
207 
712 
22 
55 
529 
529 
529 
542 
505 
558 
628 
121 
29 
19 
226 
229 


Great  God!  thy  466 
Great  God,  on  620 

Great  God!  is  628 

Great  God  pre.  702 
Great  God  impress  719 
Great  is  our  guilt  698 
Great  nature's  God  8 
Great  Sun  of  i  i.  154 
Greatness  unspeak.  28 
Guide  me  through    597 

Hail  great  Im.  171 

Hail  Prince  of  60 

Hail  the  heaven  64 

Hallelujah  !— earth  201 
Hallelujah!— hark    732 
Hallelujah  ! — mer. 
Hallelujah  ! — pra. 
Hallelujah  !  Sav. 
Happy  beyond 
Happy  if  with 
Happy  the  man 
Happy  the  man 
Happy  they 
Hark  the  cherub 
Hark  how  he 
Hark  in  the  w. 
Hark  !  the  judgm. 
Hark  the  won. 
Hark  !  they  whis. 
Hast  thou  a  lamb 
Hast  thou  not 
Haste,  O  sinner 
Haste  thee  on 
Hasten  mercy 
Hasten  mortals 
Hasten  sinner 
Hasten  the 
Have  you  no  w. 
He  all  his  foes 
He  bids  us  build 
He  breaks  the  p. 
He  called  me  in 


184 
184 
184 
524 
128 
504 
524 
344 
60 
85 
207 
648 
111 
646 
389 
277 
255 
446 
235 
72 
235 
422 
606 
123 
545 
480 
299 

He  called  me  when  299 
He  comes  from  59 

He  comes,  he  706 

He  comes  of  hell.  547 
He  comes,  the  59 

He  comes,  the  59 

He  ever  lives  370 

He  formed  the  35 

He  formed  the  s.  501 
He  gave  his  Son  29 

He  guards  thy  44 

He  guides  our  feet  527 
He  hears  our  p.  193 
He  hears  the  un.       492 


INDEX    OF   STANZAS. 


He  hung  its  starry 
He,  in  the  days 
He  justly  claims 
He  knows,  he 
He  knows  what 
He  leads  me 
He  lives  to  bless 
He  lives,  all  glory 
He  lives  and  gr. 
He  lives,  the  ever 
He,  Lord  of  all 
He  makes  the  g. 
He  now  stands 
He  rises,  who 
He  rules  the 
He  saw  me 
He  scorns  the 
He  shall  reign 
He  shows  beyond 
He  sits  at  God's 
He  smiles  and 
He  speaks,  and 
He  taught  the 
He  took  our  m. 
He  visits  now 
He  wept  that 
He  will  sustain 
He  wills  that  I 
He,  with  earthly 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf 
Hear,  0  hear 
Heart-broken 
Heaven  and  earth 
Heaven  unfolds 
Heavenly  bless. 
Heavenward  our 
He'll  never  quench 
Hell  and  thy  sins 
Help  us  thy  m. 
Help  us  to  build 
Help  us  to  help 
Help  us  to  make 
Hence  our  hearts 
Hence  then  ye 
Henceforth  may 
Her  hands  are  til. 
Her  right  hand 
Her  sons,  her  w. 
Here  are  my 
Here  be  his 
Here  consecrated 
Here  freedom 
Here  I'll  raise 
Here  in  the  body 
Here  in  thy  house 
Here  Jesus  in 
Here  Jesus  stands 

ZZ 


202 
119 
409 
252 
579 
411 
1241 
124 
124 
527 

501 
490| 
183 

66 
362 
496 
732 
494 
123 
667 
480 
496 

58 
379 

82 

44 
376 

25 
480 
152 
301 
488 
111 
149 
609 
119 
459 
532 
548 
549 
510 
319 
121 
385 
524 
523 
463 
155 
137 
163 
702 
392 
677 
707 
162 


Here  let  thy  p. 
Here  light 
Here  may  religion 
Here  may  the 
Here  may  thy 
Here  mercy's 
Here  on  the 
Here  pardon,  life 
Here,  Saviour 
Here  sinners  of 
Here  springs  of 
Here  taste  un. 
Here  the  dark 
Here  the  fair 
Here  the  Redeem. 
Mere  the  whole 
Here  then  I  doubt 
Here,  then,  my  Gr. 
Here  to  thee 
Here  we  come 
Here  would  my 
Here  would  we 
Here  will  I  set 
Here's  love  and 
High  as  the  h. 
Hiofh  heaven,  that 
High  is  thy  power 
High  o'erth'  an. 
High  on  a  throne 
Him  from  the 
Him  to  know 
His  blood  demands 
His  hand  no 
His  infant  cries 
His  kindness 
His  love  is 
His  love  surpass. 
His  love  within 
His  mercy  and 
His  name  the 
His  name  shall 
His  name  yields 
His  only  right. 
His  power,  increa. 
His  power  subdues 
His  presence  is 
His  providence 
His  purposes  will 
His  purpose  w. 
His  sacred  limbs 
His  saints  are 
His  Spirit  pur. 
His  sovereign  p. 
His  stores  are 
His  wisdom  sees 
His  word  with 
His  words  the  hap. 

25 


483'  His  works  of  p.  720 

156  Hither  then  vour  493 

699  Ho  !  all  ve  nun.  259 

160  Ho!  ye  that  259 

203  Ho!  Ve  thirst v  260 

264  Holv  Ghost,  with  142 

195  Holy  Spirit,  all  142 

539  Hosannah  in  the  177 

203  Hosannah  on  716 

162  Hosannah,  then  716 

257  Hosannah  to  th'  177 

192  Hosannah  sound  716 

48| How  beauteous  572 

160|How  blessed  206 

160  How  blest  are  319 

17  How  bright  the  109 

471  How  can  it  be  319 

559 1  How  can  my  soul  472 

201  How  careful  692 

173  How  changed  alas  695 

308  How  charming  206 

306  How  cold  and  f.  466 

343  How  decent  191 

108  How  excellent  6 

22  How  far  may  253 

367  How  happy"  206 

28  How  happy  all  515 

106  How  happy  are  453 

721  How  happy  the  625 

136  How  long," dear  S.  295 

343  How  oft  my  m.  443 

52  How  oft  they  look  366 

73  How  shall  I  "leave  619 

63  How  should  our  531 

]  23  How  then  ought  623 

456  How  well  they  165 

358  How  will  my  681 

148  Hunger,  thirst  654 
496 

129  I  ask  no  higher  422 

711  ask  the  blood  378 

412  [  ask  them  whence  664 

128  I  can  but  perish  266 

71  I  cannoc  live  316 

22  I  cannot  wash  335 

31  I  chide  my  un.  476 

708  I  deprecate  315 

37  I  dreamed  of  bliss  301 

696  I  dwell  with  all  294 

90  I  find  him  lifting  376 

501  I  forced  thee  464 

340  I  hear  but  seem  328 

479  1  hear  thy  word  m  157 

38;  I  have  been  to      "  180 

696  I  have  long  323 

496  I  have  no  skill  401 

630  I  hold  thee  with  372 


INDEX    OF   STANZAS. 


I,  I  alone  hare 
I  know  thee,  Sav. 
I  laid  me  down 
T  lay  my  body  d. 
I  loathe  myself 
I  love  by  faith 
I  love  her  gates 
I  love  in  solitude 
I  love  thee 
I  love  to  think 
I  love  thy  church 
I  love  the  Lord 
I  must  for  faith 
I  must  this  in. 
I  need  not  tell 
I  pay  this  even 
1  perish,  and 
I  rest  upon 
I  rested  in  the 
I  rode  on 
I  saw  one  hanging 
I  see  the  perfect 
I  sing  the  good. 
I  sing  the  wisdom 
I  sometimes 
I  take  these  little 
I  taste— delight 
I  tremble  lest 
I  thought  there 
I  view  the  mon. 
I  wait  till  he 
I  want  a  godly 
I  want  a  true 
I  want  a  sober 
I  want  the  willing 
I  was  a  wand'ring 
I  was  a  way. 
I  will  accept 
I  will  improve 
I  will  not  fear 
I  will  not  let 
1  wish  to  see 
I  wonder 
1  would  be  thine 
I  would  but 
1  would  for  ever 
I  would  not  to 
1  would  not  yield 
I  yield  my  heart 
I  yield  myself 
I'd  sing  the  char. 
I'd  tell  him  how 
If  anguish  rend 
If  burning  beams 
If  drawn  by 
If  e'er  to  bless 
If  e'er  I  go 


103 
349 

477 
589 
4G4 
616 
193 
616 
166 
616 
186 
475 
516 
516 
347 
592 
331 
612 
467 
336 

91 
467 

18 

18 
328 
630 
387 
315 
674 
665 
404 
353 
612 
353 
422 
285 
285 
303 
303 
477 
605 
674 
474 
271 
330 

97 
311 
296 
169 
575 
498 
579 
357 

47 
310 
t186 
£41 


433 
658 
692 
680 


If  e'er  my  heart 
If  earthly  parents 
If  every  one  that 
If  falling  tears 
If  he  our  ways 
If  I  have  tasted 
If  in  my  Father's 
If  in  this  dark. 
If  'midst  the 
If  nature  at  the 
If  night's  blue 
If  now  thou  stand. 
If  now  while  par. 
If  on  the  wings 
If  pain  afflict 
If  rough  and 
If  such  the  sweet. 
I  If  such  the  views 
If  tears  of  sorrow 
| If  the  sorrows 
I  If  thou  these 
If  to  the  right 
[f  vapors  with 
If  what  I  wish 
il'll  go  to  Jesus 
111  lift  my  hands 
I'll  make  your 
I'll  praise  "him 
I'll  sing  thy 
l'll  speak  the  h. 
'Immortal  glories 
(immortal  wonders 
In  a  few  toilsome 
In  answer  to 
In  all  the  varying 
In  all  his  doctrines 
In  all  my  ways 
In  condescending 
In  darkest  shades 
In  each  event 
[In  every  condition 
I In  every  dark 
|  In  every  joy 
;In  every  land 
In  every  new 
In  every  state 
In  fellowship 
In  tierce  tempta. 
In  foreign  realms 
In  heaven  the 
In  holy  duties 
In  hope  against 
In  hope,  believing  455 
In  hope  of  that  647 
In  life  his  presence  432 
In  manifested  101 

In  midst,  of  clangers  51 

26 


Tn  prayer  my 
In  reason's  ear 
In  riches  when 
in  safety  lead 
In  sight  of 
In  suffering 
In  such  society 
In  the  fair  book 
In  that  lone  land 
In  the  last  hours 
In  the  rite  thou 
In  them  thou  m. 
In  thine  own 
20iln  times  of  danger 
COO  In  those  dark  si. 
423  In  trouble's  dark 
678  In  vain  we  ask 
GDI  In  vain  our 
326  in  vain  the  stone 
429  In  vain  we  tune 
611  In  vain  thou 
613  In  Zion  God  is 
47 1  Increase,  O  Lord 
471  Infinite  jov,  or 
266! Inflame  with 
391 1  Insatiate  to  this 
208  Inspired  with 
504  Into  temptation 
30  Into  that  happy 
369 1  Inured  to  poverty 
667  Is  any  other  name 
661  Is  crucified 
605  Is  not  e'en  death 
314  Is  not  thy  name 
Is  here  a  soul  that 
is  there  through 
Israel,  a  name 
Israel,  rejoice 
Israel's  strength 


610 


It  is  the  Lord 


It  makes  the  w. 
It  is  finished 
It  runs  divinely 
It  sets  time  past 
It  stands  secure 
It  sweetly  cheers 
Its  fading  charms 
363jlt3  skies  are  not 
51 

60|Jehovah,  Father 
176'Jesus  all  the  day 
346  Jesus,  answer 


Jesus  can  make 
Jesus,  full  of 
Jesus,  hail !  en. 
Jesus!  harmonious 
Jesus,  how  glor.     j 


469 

4 

301 

546 

41 
386 
521 

55 
275 

77 
220 
721 
505 
720 
642 
533 
250 
165 
110 
130 
347 
190 
175 
620 

75 

92 
5 
608 
525 
591 
568 
102 
635 
389 
516 

24 
527 

44 

68 
440 
368 

89 
216 
339 
653 
159 
359 
676 

32 
336 
323 
629 
258 
122 
129 
250 


INDEX    OF   STANZAS. 


Jesus,  I  fain 
Jesus,  I  hang 
Jesus  is  worthy 
Jesus,  it  owns 
Jesus,  my  Lord 
Jesus,  inv  Shep. 


365{Lcss  than  thyself 
376  Let  all  our  words 
117  Let  all  your  lamps 
337  Let  all  who  for 


22g 

368 


Jesus,  m\-  strength  345 


Jesus,  on  me 
Jesus,  once  num. 
Jesus,  our  great 
Jesus  protects 
Jesus,  reveal 
Jesus,  seek  thy 
Jesus  that  Shep. 
Jesus,  the  God 
Jesus,  the  hin. 
Jesus,  the  name 
Jesus !  the  name 
Jesus,  the  prison. 
Jesus,  the  Saviour 
Jesus,  thine  all 
Jesus,  thine  own 


289 
113 

256 
501 

230 

288 
285 


Let  cares  like  a 
Let  deep  repen. 
Let  each  retur. 
Let  earth's  allur. 
Let  everlasting 
Let  every  act 
Let  every  land 
Let  every  kindred 
Let  Jew  and 
Let  joy  and 


388|Lo!  with  deep  697 

580  Lonely  I  no  longer  204 
703  Long  as  our  fiery  605 
514JLong  unafnicted 


r0  Let  love  in  one 


313 

128 
480 
128 
123 
372 
409 


Jesus,  thou  Friend  186 


Jesus,  thou  source 
Jesus,  thy  speak. 
Jesus  !  transport. 
Jesus,  vouchsafe 
Jesus,  who  died 
Jesus,  who  once 
Jesus,  with  us 
Jerusalem  !  my 
Join  we  then 
Joy  of  the  des. 
Joy  to  the  earth  ! 
Joyful,  all  ye 
Judge  not  the 
Just  as  I  am 
Justly  might 

Keep  me  from  sin 
Keep  our  haughty 
Kind  Intercessor" 
Kindled  his 
Kings  for  harps 
King  of  glory  ! 
Knowing  as  I  am 
Knowledge,  alas 


689 
710 
129 
623 
125 
125 
211 
63r7 
641 
280 
66 
64 
37 
283 
32 


581 
698 
323 
672 
105 
677 
398 

350 


Lame  as  I  am 

Lay  to  thy  mighty  468 

Lead  me  to  suffer"  43:! 

Lead  us  in  all  507 

Lead  us  to  God  146 

Lead  us  to  heaven  146 

Leave  no  uuguar.  435 

Leave  thy  folly  257 

Led  by  the  light  533 


Let  mountains 
Let  music  swell 
Let  not  conscience 
Let  not  thy  justice 
Let  others  stretch 
Let  peace  within 
Let  saints  below 
Let  sickness  blast 
Let  sinners,  Lord 
Let  strangers 
Let  that  mercy 
Let  the  dumb 
Let  the  envenomed 
Let  the  living 
Let  the  world 
Let  them  ap. 
Let  these,  O  God 
Let  this  blest  hope 
Let  this  my  every 
Let  those  refuse 
Let  thy  kind  S. 
Let  thy  love 
Let  us  ne'er  turn 
Let  us  still 
Life  is  the  hour 
Life,  like  a  foun. 
Life's  labor  done 
Life's  poor  dis. 
Lift  to  the  arch 
Lift  up  th'  eter. 
Lift  up  thy 
Like  the  rough  sea 
Linger  not— the 
Listen  to  the 
Live,  till  the  Lord 
Lives  again  our 
Lo,  glad  I  come 
Lo,  he  lavs  his 
Lo,  his  triumphal 
Lo  !  such  the  child. 
Lo,  through  the 
Lo,  thv  Son  is 

27 


673  Look,  as  when 
541  Look  how  we 
597  Look  unto  him 
495  Loose  all  your 
161  Loosed  from  my  G 
502  Lord,  and  shall 
530  Lord,  at  thy 
115  Lord,  at  thy 
250  Lord,  come  and 

3  Lord,  draw 
560  Lord,  for  thy 
434  Lord,  free  me 
701  Lord,  give  us. 
260  Lord,  God  of 
326  Lord,  how  thv 
413 1  Lord,  I  am  blind 
170  Lord,  I  am  sick 
660  Lord,  I  believe 
622  Lord,  I  desire 
483  Lord,  in  the  tern. 
191  Lord,  in  thy  love 
697  Lord,  I  renounce 
96  Lord,  it  is  not 
402  Lord,  keep  us 
201  Lord,  let  not 

Lord,  let  this  w. 

Lord,  make  me 

Lord,  may  I 

Lord !  obediently 


446 
215 
164 
598 
559 
551 
133 
411 
580 
410 
237 

26 
63;; 
499 
6 
192 
277 
240 
662 

72 
51-1  Love  to  each  other 
105  Love  to  the  Sav. 
360  Lover  of  souls 

64  Love's  redeeming 
114  Low  at  thy  feet 
717  Low  at  thy  feet 
301  Lowly  in  heart 
730 


Lord,  on  thee 
Lord  !  on  thy  cross 
Lord,  prepare 
Lord,  shall  we 
Lord,  'tis  not 
Lord,  thy  church 
Lord,  thy  com. 
Lord,  tune  our 
Lord,  we  accept 
Lord,  we  believe 
Lord,  we  obey 
Lord,  what  shall 
Loud  may  the 
Love  and  grief 


505 

96 

238 

465 

202 

185 

576 

671 

264 

131 

73 

12 

434 

517 


Love  is  the  golden  560 
567 
567 
484 
105 
300 
495 
77 


INDEX    OF   STANZAS. 


Madness  by  nature 
Make  us  into 
Man  may  trouble 
Mark  but  that 
May  all  mankind 
May  he  by  whose 
May  none  who 
May  the  Gospel's 
May  this  blest 
May  we  in  faith 
May  we  this  life 
May  we  with  cal  i 
Meanwhile  our 
Meekness,  humility 
Melt,  melt  this 
Men  of  worldly 
Mercy  and  grace 
Mercy  I  ask 
Methinks  I  see 
'Midst  keen 
Might  I  enjoy 
Might  I  enjoy 
Might  I  in 
Might  view  the  L. 
Mightiest  kings  his 
Millions  before 
Millions  of  sinners 
Millions  of  souls 
Mine  the  God 
Mine  will  the 
Minutes  and  mer. 
More  of  thy  life 
Mortals,  adore 
Mourning  souls 
Mourning  souls 
Much  of  my  time 
Must  I  be  carried 
My  best  desires 
My  crimes  are 
My  conscience 
My  days,  unclou. 
My  dying  Saviour 


227 
558 
44<; 
631 

63 
564 
712 
173 
162 
188 
572 
588 
713 

75 
140 
410 

:yi 
3  Li 
630 

i  . 
196 
535 
288 
101 
728 
6 
279 
222 
204 
140 
590 
375 
696 
347 
493 
689 
452 

317 

91 

598 

374 


My 

My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 
My 

MY 

My 
My 

My 
My 
My 
My 
Mys 
My 
My 
My 

My 

My 

My 


lips  shall  23 

Lord,  if  indeed  412 


message  as 
native  country 
one  desire 
prayer  hath 
presence  heals 
reason  tells 
Saviour,  how 
Saviour  ?  w. 
Saviour,  by 
suffering,  slain 
suffering  time 
soul  breaks 
soul  lies 
soul  would  rise 
soul  would  1. 
soul  rejoices 
soul,  with  such  387 
soul,  to  thee  438 
soul  in  pleasing  578 
spirit,  in  thy  578 
struggling  299 

self  I  cannot        438 
thoughts 
thought?  lie 
times  are  in 
trespass  was 
vehement  soul 
willing  soul 


282 
701 

349 
294 
295 
103 
675 
474 
301 
363 
377 
316 
3 
384 
161 


13 
14 
442 
534 
378 
168 


Mv  Father's  house   677 
My  Father !  357 

Mv  foe.  when  hun.  402 
My  feet  shall  trav.  420 
My  flesh  will  slum.  690 
My  flesh  would  194 
My  God  in  Jesus  332 
My  God  is  recon.  370 
My  God  will  pity  579 
Mv  gracious  M. 
My  heart  shall  179 

My  humble  soul        464 
Mr  lifted  eve  610 

My  life,  my  286 

My  lips  with  317 


Nature  her  order 
Nature,  in 
Way,  but  I  yield 
Ne'er  think  the 
Neither  sin.  nor 
Never  let  the 
New  time,  new 
Night  unto  night 
Nipp'd  by  the" 
No  anxious  doubt 
No  anger,  hence. 
No  bleeding  bird 
No  cloud  those 
No  chilling  winds 
No  evil  tidings 
No  gold,  nor 
No — let  a  careless 
No,  let  me  ra. 
No  man  can 
No  more  to  sin 
No  more  fatigue 
No  more  the 
No  more  the  so  v. 
No  more  let 
No  need  of  the  s. 
No  profit  canst 

28 


n 

3 
2>6 
436 
614 
410 
590 
573 
622 
627 
626 
229 
603 
65(3 

70 

402 

507 
178 

225 
236 

00 
659 

42 


No  ravening  lion 
No  room  for  mirth 
No  rude  alarms 
No  slightest  touch 
No  smoking 
No  sun  shall  smite 
No  taunting  foes 
Nor  angels  can 
Nor  doth  it 
Nor  earth,  nor 
Nor  fear  thy  s. 
Nor  pain,  nor  grief 
Nor  prayer  is 
Nor  scorching  sun 
Nor  shall  thy 
Not  all  the  harps 
Not  in  the  name 
Not  Sinai's 
Not  so  your  dying 
Not  the  fair 
Nothing  hath  the 
Nothing  I  ask 
Nothing  is  worth 
Nothing  on  earth 
Nothing  ye  in 
Now  bless 
Now  by  the  pre. 
Now  God  invites 
Now  he  resides 
Now  is  th'  ac. 
Now,  if  thy  gr. 
Now  incline  me 
Now,  Jesus,  now 
Now.  Lord,  if 
Now.  Lord,  I 
Now,  Lord,  my 
Now  let  the  world 
Now  let  me  gain 
Now  rest,  my 
Now  shall  my  h. 
Now,  sinners 
Now  to  the  Lord 
Now,  therefore 
Nov,-  to  you 
Now  the  full 
Now  we  are 
Now  we  are 
Now  with  the 
Now.  ye  saints 
Mumbered  among 

O  believe  the 
O  bid  this  trifling 
O  cease  my  wand. 
O  come  and  reign 
O  could  I  loose 
O  could  we  make 


537 
623 
178 
670 

58 
527 
528 
351 
355 
419 
528 
640 
601 

44 
154 
419 
553 
109 
241 
195 
6-3 
314 
623 
385 
261 
212 
198 
275 
621 
270 
314 
323 
309 
311 
359 
322 
172 
399 
367 
199 

73 
120 
198 
204 

17 
714 
226 

43 
111 
627 


169 

1-9 
727 
404 
655 


INDEX   OF  STANZAS. 


O  do  not  suffer 
O  do  thou  always 
O  fill  thou  ever j 
O  for  ;i  lowly 
O  for  a  t  umpet 
O  for  th  •  death 
0  for  tb    living 
O  for  th;it  summit 
O  for  those  humble 
O  for  this  love 
O  for  thy  truth 
0  God,  how  excel. 
O  God,  let  all 
O  God,  mine 
O  God,  our 
O  God,  our  King 
O  God,  thou  art 
O  glorious  hour 
O  grant  that  noth. 
O  guard  our  shores 
0  happy  bond 
O  happy,  happy 
O  happy  servant 
O  how  benevolent 
0  how  shall  words 
O  Jesus,  appear 
O  Jesus,  could 
O  Jesus,  if  this 
O  lead  me  to 
0  let  me  hear 
0  let  me  kiss 
O  let  me  then 
0  let  mv  soul 
O  let  them  still 
0  let  the  same 
O  let  these  earth. 
0  let  thy  grace 
O  let  thy  love 
O  let  us  find 
O  let  us  stir 
O  let  thy  orient 
O  let  thy  sacred 
0  like  the  sun 
O  long  expected 
O  Lord,  increase 
0  Lord,  my  God 
O  make  this  heart 
O  may  his 
O  may  1  bear 
O  may  I  reach 
Q  may  I  feel 
O  may  I  still 
0  may  my  heart 
O  may  my  soul 
O  may  no  gloom 
0  may  our  more 
0  may  our  t. 

ZZ* 


517 
468 
141 
396 
129 
634 
48 1 
618 
292 

ST 
7-5 

26 
57:] 
254 

54 
196 
470 
690 
386 
699 
367 
638 
703 

78 

36 
555 
308 
625 
415 
53s 
104 
476 
503 
127 
586 
172 
599 
104 
548 
514  0 
572  0 

:;s5  0 
576  0 
1780 
443  O 

385  O 


may  the  heav. 
may  the  s. 
may  the  uncor. 
may  these 
may  these 
may  thy  con. 
may  thy  love 
may  thy  Son 
may  we  all 
may  we  feel 
may  we  thus 
may  we  tread 
mighty  God 
remember  me 
Saviour  let 
spare  us,  Lord 
spread  thy 
shine  on  this 
sleep  not  thou 
teach  me  well 
that  I  could 
that  I  could 
that  I  now 
that  I  now 
that  each  in 
that  in  me 
that  it  now 
that  the  per. 
that  I  might 
that  my  heart 
that  without  a. 
that  with  yonder 
that  the  souls 
that  the  world 
the  rapturous 
the  rich 
the  sweet 
the  transporting 
then  our  m. 
thou  eternal 
thoti  by  whom 
thou  dear 
thou  that  every 
thou  the  true 
thou  that  w. 
thou  who  givest 
thou  who  seest 
tune  our 
turn  us 
'twas  a  most 
unexampled 
what  are  all 
what  a  blessed 
what  hath  Jesus 
what  a  pure 
watch,  and 
wash  my  soul 

29 


6G3 
136 
354 

13 
160 
16 
31G 
574 
416 
560 
682 
6G8 
431 
288 
246 
298 

43 
293 
462 
417 
314 
448 
405 
371 
709 
372 
372 
373 
380 
451 
627 
115 
211 
128 
33G 
539 

97 
65G 
485 
724 
601 

90 
299 

10 
619 
717 
309 
224 
695 
131 
129 
647 
652 
647 
212 
43G 
317 


O  warm  my  heart 
O  when  thou  city 
O  while  I  breathe 
O  wondrous  k. 
O  would  he  more 
O  would  my  Lord 
O  wretched  state 
O  write  upon 
O  ye  banished 
O  yes,  there  is 
Obedient  faith 
O'er  the  blue 
Of  all  thy  heart's 
Of  all  thou  hast 
Of  him  then  let 
Of  his  deliv. 
Oft  did  I  with 
Oft  have  our  fa. 
Often  I  feel 
Oh  !  change  these 
Oh  !  come  and 
Oh !  hadst  thou 
Oh !  Jesus,  come 
Oh  !  keep  me  in 


171 
557 
324 

14 
652 
629 
689 
180 
552 
302 
346 

65 
637 
478 
568 

56 
466 
190 
362 
150 
268 
166 
381 
443 


Oh  !  lovely  attitude  269 

Oh  !  on  that  day  688 

Oh  !  shall  not  223 

Oh  !  make  but  56 

Oh  !  may  I  never  393 

Oh  !  shed  abroad  151 

Oh  !  that  I  233 

Oh  !  to  grace  392 

Oh  !  what  mer.  361 

Oh  !  when  mv  677 

Oh  !  who  could  312 

Oh  !  wisdom  76 

Oh  !  wondrous  333 

On  everv  hill  10 

On  him  the  s.  59 

On  his  shoulder  62 

On  me  thy  9 

On  Tabor  thus  80 

On  thee  we  cast  50 

On  thee  alone  539 

On  the  Rock  of  185 

On  the  wings  33G 

On  thy  redeeming  561 

On  thy  support  45 

Once  more  our  205 

Once  they  were  664 

Once  we  were  494 

Once  with  Adam's  361 

One  army  of  660 

One  blessing,  Lord  199 

One  day  amidst  168 

One  family  we  660 

One  God— enlight.  10 


INDEX    OF   STANZAS. 


Open  my  faith's 
Open  now  the 
Open  their  eyes 
Oppressed  with 
Our  beauty  and 
Our  brother  the 
Our  days  are 
Our  dearest  joy 
Our  eyes  have 
Our  Father's  wait. 
Our  fathers'  God 
Our  glad  hosannas 
Our  glorious 
Our  heavenly  F. 
Our  hearts  exult 
Our  labors  done 
Our  life  con. 
Our  life,  while 
Our  life,  as  a  d. 
Our  lives  through 
Our  lips  and 
Our  mourning  is 
Our  numerous 
Our  raging  pas. 
Our  residue  of 
Our  souls  and 
Our  souls  and 
Our  times,  our 
Our  wasting  lives 
Our  vows,  our 
Or  worn  by  slowly 
Other  knowledge 
Other  refuge 

Pardon  and  peace ' 
Part  of  thy 
Patient  the  ap. 
Patience  to  watch 
Peace  on  earth 
Peace  be  within 
People  and  realms 
Permit  them  to 
Perhaps  he  will 
Perpetual  blessings 
Pity  and  heal 
Pleased  with  tbee 
Plenteous  grace 
Poor  and  afflicted 
Poor,  sinful 
Pour  out  the 
Praise  God 
Praise  him,  ye 
Praise  the  Lord 
Prayer  is  the  bur. 
Prayer  is  the  sim. 
Prayer  is  the  ch. 
Grayer  is  the  con. 


SCO 
428 
265 
264 
227 
624 

22 
24  6 
651 
1-7 
7i '1 

59 
664 
135 
723 
644 
540 

51 
709 

19 
708 
659 
156 
162 
708 

561 

713 
620 
43 
622 
34c 
424 


Prayer  makes 
Prepare  us.  Lord 
Present,  we  know 
Preserve  me 
Preserve  us 
Preserved  by 
Princes  to  his 
Princes,  this  clay 
Pris'ner  of  hope 
Pris'ners  of  hope 
Prisoner,  long 
Proceed  in  your 
Protect  us 
Prostrate  before 

Quick  as  their 


Raised  by  his 
Raised  by  the 
Ready  the  Father 
Ready  the  Spirit 
Ready  for  you 
Reason  1  hear 
Rebuke  our 
Redeem' d  from 
Redeemer !  grant 
Refining  fire 
Reflect!  thou 
Regard  me 
Regard  our 
Reign  in  me 
Rejoice  in  glorious 
Rejoicing  now 
Rejoicing  in  hope 
Religion  should 
Remember 
Rem  ember 
Remove  this 
Repeated  cri. 

193! Rest  for  my  soul 
-ts  secure 

213|Resting  in  this 


266 
593 

334 
351 
424 
425 
279 
72.-, 
571 
111 
491 
601 
601 
601 
601 


Restored  by  recon. 


Restraining  prayer 
Return,  O  holy 
Return,  O  wan. 
Revive  our  d. 
Rise  from  these 
Rise,  Lord 
Rise,  touched 
livers  of  life 
Rivers  of  love 
Rivers  to  the 
Rock  of  ages 
Room  in  the  s. 
Round  the  altar 


30 


606'Safety  thy  pres.  513 

663  Sages  !   leave  67 

553  Saints  and  angels  260 

583  Saints  !  before  67 

580  Saints  below  488 

586  Salvation!  let  503 

120  Save  us  from  410 
628  Salvation,  O  503 
332  Satan  in  strong  230 
577  Save  us  in  the  410 
648  Saved  from  the  100 
537  Saviour,  accept  645 
513  Saviour  and  290 
301  Saviour  and  291 

I  Saviour,  from  sin  373 

300  Saviour,  I  thank  377 

Saviour,  lead  149 

iour,  look  548 

572  Saviour  of  souls  304 

_   .  Saviour,  to  me  292 

262  Saviour,  where'er  423 

2G2  Say,  '-Live  for  cv.  108 

295  Scatter  the  last  375 

54-  Scatter'd  the  sha.  494 

-   archer  of  hearts  213 

71-  Search  us,  O  God  24 

372  Seasons  and  mon.  707 

249  Seal  my  forgive.  598 

309  See  all  your  sins  480 

510  See  from  his  head  84 

375  See  him  set  forth  282 

123  See  his  mighty  238 

380  See  from  the  Rock  261 

3ee!  low  before  293 

541  See  me.  Saviour  291 

223  See  on  the  m.  209 

218  See  the  fair  way  537 

371  See  the  Lord     "  614 

121  See  the  Judge  693 
330  See  the  storm  255 
683  See  the  stars  684 
683  See  there  !  his  90 
332  See  where  it  542 
606  Selfish  pursuits  320 
460  Sent  bv  mv  282 
273  Servants  of  God  492 
138  Shake  off"  the  b.  197 
217  Shake  off"  the  d.  197 
469  Shall  I,  amidst  303 
269  Shall  I  be  mute  2 

-hall  love  like  324 

Shall  I,  to  soothe  210 

679  Shall  we,  whose  722 

4  29  She  pleads  for  228 

.--.-.herds  !  in  67 

672  Shine  to  his  522 

Short  is  the  pass.  661 


INDEX   OF   STANZAS. 


Should  all  the  f. 
Should  all  my 
Should  earth" 
Should  earth 
Should  I  from 
Should  persecution 
Should  swift  d. 
Shout  all  the  peo. 
Shout  to  the  Lord 
Shout,  ye  bright 
Show  rue  my  s. 
Show  me  my  w. 
Show  me  the  na. 
Show  my  forget 
Show  us  some 
Show  me  the 
Sinai  in  clouds 
Siuce  'tis  thy 
Since  thou  wouldst 
Since  vain  all 
Sing,  thou  eter. 
Sing  of  his 
Sing  on  your 
Sing  praises  to 
Sing,  till  we 
Sing  to  the  Lord 
Sing  we  then 
Sins  of  omission 
Sinner!  Oh!  lift 
Sinners,  his  life 
Sinners,  turn 
Sinners  !  wrung 
Sleep,  sleep,  for 
Smile  on  my 
Smile  on  mv 
Soar  we  now 
So  Abra'm  by 
So  blooms  the  hu. 
So  fades  a  summer 
So,  gracious  Sav. 
So  Jesus  rose 
So  Jesus  slept 
So  let  thy  grace 
So  may  our  g. 
So  may  the  words 
Songs  of  praise 
So  on  a  tree 
So  shall  mv 
So  shall  that 
So  shall  thy 
So,  when  on  Z. 
So.  whene'er 
Some  never  raise 
Soon  as  from 
Soon  as  the  even. 
Soon  as  the  morn. 
Soon  as  we  draw 


165 
536 

<:::: 
391 
426 
595 

522 

Col 
597 
597 
284 
466 
188 
338 
27 
337 
37^; 

61- 

73 

482 

3o 
482 
501 
562 
298 
244 
267 
■J 'J'.' 
~<~;7 
1-2 

579 
105 

341 
622 
636 
118 
565 
640 
14 
76 
104 

488 
22^ 
460 
681 
533 
403 
543 
179 

or.. 

4 

4  no 
229 


jSoon,  borne  on 
|  Soon  for  us 
|Soon  shall  I  pass 
jSoon  shall  our 
i  shall  we 
Soon  the  delight. 
Soon,  too,  my 
(Soon  will  our 
Soon  will  the  toil 
Soul,  then,  know 
Souls  benighted 
Source  of  sweetest 
Speak,  gracious  L. 
j  Speak  to  my  con. 
Speak  with' that 
( Spirit  of  faith 
Spirit  of  grace 
Spirit  of  life 
Spread  through 
jStand  up  and 
Stand  then  in 
Still  art  thou 
Srill  heavy 
Still  let  him 
Still  let  it  on 
.Still  let  thv  love 
Stili  let  them 
Still  let  thy  tears 
Still  let  us  own 
Still  my  feet 
Still  sure  to  me 
Strangers  and 
Strangers  and 
Stronger  than  d. 
Strive  we.  in 
Struogle  through 
Subdue  in  us 
Subdue  the  power 
Subject  to  wants 
Such  are  thy 
ISucb  is  the  chris. 
'Such  was  thy 
]Sun  and  moon 
Sun,  moon  and 
Sun.  moon  and 
Supported  by 
Sure  as  thy 
;Sure  I  must  fight 
|Sure  never  to 
Sure  there  was 
Surely  thou  canst 
Sweet  fields  be. 
Sweet  is  the  day 
Sweet  to  look  back 
Sweet  to  look  in. 
Sweet  to  reflect 
Sweet  truth 

31 


275 

Sweet  wasjiis  ser. 

301 

504 

Swift  as  the  eagle 

431 

362 

Swift  through 

60 

482 

Swift  to  my 

566 

4-2 

Take  my  poor  h. 

319 

691 

Take  the  dear 

570 

719 

Take  up  thv  cross 

281 

451 

Teach  all  the 

208 

446 

Teach  me  to  live 

596 

Teach  me  to  trust 

417 

152 

Teach  us.  in  w. 

727 

307 

Teach  us  to  live 

611 

597 

Teach  us  to  pray 

4S3 

516 

Tell  me  not  of 

204 

174 

Ten  thousand  w. 

304 

170 

Ten  thousand  to 

660 

14S 

Thanks  we  give 

543 

726 

That  bears  unmov 

44S 

481 

That  blessed 

421 

435 

That  bless'd  mo. 

361 

277 

That  blood  which 

510 

42 

That  comfort 

336 

365 

That  glorious 

221 

508 

That  great  mys. 

454 

3--:; 

That  I  thy  mercy 

405 

471 

That  moment 

287 

103 

That  mount,  how 

80 

558 

That  path  with 

385 

582 

That  rich  aton. 

611 

331 

That  to  perfec. 

136 

512 

That  thou  canst 

329 

513 

That  will  not 

448 

358 

The  atonement 

374 

562 

The  blessings 

463 

639 

The  blessings  of 

577 

54s 

The  bounties 

41 

143 

The  breezes  waft 

565 

34 

The  brightest 

246 

39 

The  busy  tribes 

54 

631 

The  church's  loss 

621 

79 

The  church  ti  i. 

489 

684 

The  conscience 

252 

5  2. 3 

The  consecrated 

453 

154 

The  counsel  of 

373 

132 

The  counsels 

356 

186 

The  covenant  we 

563 

4  52 

The  day  glides 

366 

91 

The  dazzling  sun 

65S 

295 

The  dear  tokens 

686 

308 

The  dearest  gift 

718 

655 

The  dearest  idol 

460 

179 

The  deepest 

21 

678 

The  dust  returns 

248 

678 

The  dying  thief 

95 

678 

The  everlasting 

706 

476 

The  Father  hears 

370 

IXDEX   OF   STANZAS. 


The  Father,  Son 
The  Father,  Son 
The  fearful  soul 
The  feeling  heart 
The  flowery  spring 
The  fondness  of 
The  friends  who 
The  gift  unspeak. 
The  gift  unspeak. 
The  gift  which 
The  gladness 
The  glorious 
The  glory  of 
The  God  that 
The  God  we 
The  godly  fear 
The  goodly 
The  Gospel  trum. 
The  Gospel  was 
The  graves  of 
The  guiltless 
The  happy  gates 
The  hardness  of 
The  heavenly  babe 
The  highest' 
ThehillofZion 
The  holy,  meek 
The  holy  to 
The  Jews  beheld 
The  joy  of  all 
The  joyous  hills 
The  King  himself 
The  King  of  na. 
The  lids  he  so  sel. 
The  lion  roar. 
The  lofty  hills 
The  lofty  hills 
The  Lord  beheld 
The  Lord  is  risen 
The  Lord  makes 
The  Lord  pours 
The  Lord  shall 
The  Lord  shall 
The  Lord,  who 
The  Lord  your  G. 
The  men  of  g. 
The  men  who 
The  moon's  sup. 
The  more  I  strove 
The  mountains 
The  names  of  all 
The  opening  h. 
The  order  of 
The  pain  of  life 
The  pains,  the  g. 
The  peace  which 
The  power,  the 


262 
563 

242 
188 
707 
2  4  5 
312 

63 
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545 
502 
37:.' 
207 
551 
1!'] 
27] 
669 
250 
021 
G43 
27! 
259 
48! 

61 
llo 

551 
535 
489 

93 
llo. 

65 
168 
50-. 
G20 
546 
8 
400 
4  75 
707 
206 
504 
207 
G^7 

38 
207 
551 

30 

33 
360 
245 
118 
384 
191 

629 

332 
472 


The  powers  of  na. 
The  promised  1. 
The  publican 
The  ravens  claim 
The  rising  God 
The  rising  sun 
The  rocks  can 
The  rocks  could 
The  rolling  sun 
The  rougher  our 
The  sacred  year 
The  saints  in  his 
The  saints  in 
The  saints,  which 
The  scourge 
The  sense  of  thy 
The  shepherd 
The  sighing  ones 
The  smilings 
The  Son  of  God 
The  soul  that 
The  soul  that 
The  spirit  of  inter. 
The  Spirit  takes 
The  storm  is 
The  Sun  of  ri. 
The  sword,  the 
The  thing  sur. 
The  things  eternal 
The  things  unk. 
The  threat'nings 
The  thunder  of 
The  troubled  con. 
The  trump  shall 
The  trumpet  giv. 
The  types  and 
The  unwearied  sun 
The  vaulted  hea. 
The  veil  is  rent 
The  volume  of 
The  want  of  s. 
The  watchmen 
The  wav  the  holy 
The  well  of  life 
jThe  whole  ere. 
jThe  word  to  us 
|The  world  and 
The  world  cannot 
The  world  he  suf. 
The  world  recedes 
The  world  reject. 
The  year  rolls 
The  young  remem. 
Thee  all  the  ch. 
Thee  in  thy  glo. 
Thee,  only  thee 
Thee  we  expect 

32 


637|Thee  while  the  12 

379 [Their  bodies  in  634 

272  Their  malice  81 

38  Their  mis'ries  81 

108  Their  names  are  651 

1  Their  ransomed  634 

327  Their  steadfast  44 

90  Their  toils  are  past  035 

154  Their  tongues  649 

427  Then  do  not  seek  38 

59  Then  dig  about  710 

659  Then  for  me  323 

601  Then  from  the  731 

110  Then  hallelujah  499 

96  Then  in  a  nobler  95 

388  Then  let  me  362 

285  Then  let  me  on  605 

451  Then  let  my  s.  459 

419  Then  let  our  hum.  119 

82  Then  let  our  hearts  158 

430jThen  let  our  songs  551 

263  Then  let  our  sor.  635 

605  Then  let  the  643 

352  Then  let  us  make  557 

51  Then  let  us  sit  102 

183  Then  let  us  wait  706 

527  Then  love's  soft  644 

340  Then,  Saviour  254 
395  Then  see  my  680 
342  Then  shall  I  be  583 

88  Then  shall  I  see  179 

6S9  Then  shall  my  321 

134  Then  shall  our  531 

642  Then  shall  the  L.  30 

402  Then  shall  the  324 

100|Then  shall  thy  463 

4  Then  shall  wars  728 

400|Then  should  insul.  695 

100  Then  should  mine  394 

163  Then  sorrow  312 

341  Then  take  vour  107 
206  Then  to  the  shi.  671 
360  Then  to  thy  court  169 
525  Then  what' my  237 
117  Then,  when  the  549 
137  Then  will  I  daily  578 
393  Then  will  I  teach  316 
306  Then  will  1  tell  360 
532  Then  with  our  143 
G46  Thence  he  arose  643 
382  There  all  our  670 
620  There  all  the  fol.  6G7 
€04  There  all  the  ship's  G24 
520  There  are  crowns  662 
4^9  There  by  his  F.  217 
318  There  everlasting  655 
554  There  faith  lifts  666 


INDEX   OF   STANZAS. 


There  fragrant  f. 
There  garlands 
There  generous  f. 
There  happier 
There  I  shall 
There  is  a  death 
There  is  a  home 
There  is  a  line 
There  is  a  place 
There  is  a  scene 
There  is  a  stream 
There  is  a  world 
There  is  my  house 
There  Jesus  bids 
There  let  us  all 
There,  loving  all 
There,  low  before 
There,  on  those  h. 
There  pardon 
There  safe  thou 
There  shall  I  offer 
There  shall  I  wear 
There  shall  mv 
There  shall  the 
There  shed  thy 
There  sweeps  no. 
There,  there,  on 
There,  there,  un. 
There  we  shall  br. 
There  we  shall  see 
There  what 
There,  when  the 
There,  with 
There,  with  united 
There's  a  delight 
There's  not  a  p. 
There's  not  a  sin 
These  and  every 
These  are  the  joys 
These  are  the  men 
These  ashes,  too 
These  lively  hopes 
These  through  fi. 
These  to  thee 
These  walls  we 
They  die  in  Jesus 
They  marked  the 
They  scorn  to  seek 
They  see  the  Sav. 
They  suffer  with 
They  tell  the 
They  were  mortal 
They  wound  his 
Th'  eternal  God 
Th'  overwhelming 
Thine  earthly  sab. 
Thine  eye  beholds 


666  Thine  image,  Lord  611 

537  Thine  inward  145 

656  Thine,  wholly  609 

657  Think  of  thv  326 
673  This  awful  God  551 
300  This  can  mv  357 

666  This  dav  God  590 
252  This  day  will  584 
437  This  done,  my  232 
437  This  empty  tomb  113 
434  This  eucharistic  219 
632  This  glorious  550 
395  This  happiness  395 
167  This  house  with  483 
508  This  infant  we  214 
104  This  is  the  bond  558 

667  This  is  the  dear  404 
656  This  is  the  field  163 
526  This  is  the  grace  398 
189  This  is  the  judge  163 
199  This  is  the  time  282 
459  This  is  the  univer.  276 
691  This  is  the  wav  360 

671  This  is  thv  will  290 
354  This  lamp,  thr.  159 
676  This  life's  a  690 
437  This  onlv  322, 
338  This  precious  27J 
175  This  sacred  434| 
551  This  sole  occasion  713 
167  This  will  proclaim  402; 

644  Thither  our  faith  704 
4S1  Those  are  the  h.  719, 
267  Those  characters  118 
661  Those  joys  which  205, 

18  Those  mighty  orbs  17 

15  Those,  too.  who  34 
297  Thou  all  our  works    52 

497  Thou  art  a  God  574 

519  Thou  art  as  ready  476 

616  Thou  art  mv  420 

645  Thou  art  the  144 
654  Thou  art  the  sea  419 
4s7  Thou  awful  Judge  692 
187  Thou  call'st  me  '559i 
649  Thou  canst,  thou  378; 
664  Thou  didst  hear  582] 
366  Thou  dying  Lamb  95 
6i;8Thou  everywhere  42 
116  Thou  givest  445 
127  Thou  God  of  hope  394] 

672  Thou  great  and  g.  391 
93  Thou  great  tre.  284; 

241  Thou  hast  in  311 

271  Thou  hast  kept  5821 

17S  Thou  hast  re.  120 

29  Thou  hear'st  me  378 

33 


Thou  holy  God 
Thou  know'st 
Thou  know'st  for 
Thou  know'st 
Thou,  Lord,  the 
Thou  nail'st  to 
Thou,  O  Christ 
Thou,  O  my  God 
Thou  our  faithful 
Thou  restless  g. 
Thou  see'st  their 
Thou  spread'st 
Thou  sun  of  r. 
Though  billows 
Though  dark 
Though  dead 
Though  destruc. 
Though  distresses 
Though  high 
Though  1  have 
Though  I  have  m. 
Though  I  have  s. 
Though  in  the  dust 
Though  in  the 
Thouoh  justice 
Though  late 
Though  many 
Though  nature's 
Though  now  un. 
Though  num. 
Though  on  our 
Though  our  sins 
Though  raised  to 
Though  ten  thou. 
Though  the  night 
Though  thickest 
Thrice  blessed 
Thrice  comfort. 
Thrice  happy 
Through  all 
Through  all  the 
Through  Christ 
Through  grace 
Through  each 
Through  hidden 
Th  rough  many 
Through  thee 
Through  tribu. 
Through  waves 
Throughout  the 
Thunder  and  hail 
Thus  as  the  m. 
Thus  cheer  us 
Thus  Gabriel  sung 
Thus,  Lord,  while 
Thus  might  I 
Thus,  O  !  thus 


21 
23 

346 

3S9 

403 

16 

424 

478 

220 

522 

546 

575 

570 

432 

456 

518 

595 

449 

481 

316 

322 

322 

113 

40 

698 

286 

441 

669 

441 

362 

348 

697 

118 

449 

595 

432 

454 

471 

47 

36 

593 

93 

490 

43 

36 

364 

512 

668 

42 

16 

522 

564 

49 

70 

183 

86 

411 


INDEX   TO   STANZAS. 


Thus  on  the  hea. 
Thus  spoke  the 
Thus  star  by 
Thus  through  life's 
Thus,  till  my  last 
Thus  to  the  Lord 
Thus,  when  life's 
Thus,  when  the 
Thus  while  his 
Thus,  while  the 
Thus,  with  my 
Thy  all  surround. 
Thy  angels  shall 
Thy  arm,  Lord 
Thy  blood  can 
Thy  body,  broken 
Thv  bounty 
Thy  chosen  tern. 
Thy  condescend. 
Thy  counsels 
Thy  counsels,  Lord 
Thv  everlasting 
Thv  face  with 
Thv  faith  is 
Thy  favor  all 
Thv  flesh,  perhaps 
Thy  gifts,  alas 
Thy  glorious  eye 
Thy  glory  beams 
Thy  glory  be  our 
Thy  goodness 
Thy  grace  still 
Thy  hand  in  au. 
Thy  holy  law 
Thy  judgments 
Thy  love  the  pow. 
Thy  mercy  never 
Thy  name' to  me 
Thy  name  we  bless 
Thy  nature 
Thy  noblest  won. 
Thy  pardoning 
Thy  power  and 
Thy  power  is  in 
Thy  presence,  L. 
Thy  presence,  L. 
Thy  promise  is 
Thy  ransomed  . 
Thy  risen  Lord 
Thy  saints  are 
Thy  saints  in  all 
Thy  shining  grace 
Thv  sovereign  g. 
Thy  spirit  wit. 
Thy  suffering  Lord 
Thy  throne  eter, 
Thv  undi?tin<r. 


550  Thy  voice  sent 

61  Thv  wavs  are 

632  Thy  word  is 

339  Time,  like  an 

331 

Till  at  thv  com. 

477 

Till  death  shall 

616 

Till  he  convey 

589 

Till  Jesus  in  the 

91 

Till  that  illus. 

522 

Till  then  I 

592 

Till  thou  thy  ' 

14 

'Tis  but  in  part 

588 

'Tis  bvthy  death 

509 

'Tis  done," the 

321 

'Tis  done,  the  great 

218 

'Tis  faith  that 

526 

'Tis  faith  that  c. 

170 

'Tis  finished 

390 

'Tis  finished,  all 

157 

'Tis  God's  all 

53 

'Tis  he,  mv  soul 

42  'Tis  he  supports 

721 'Tis  he  that 

426 'Tis  Jesus,  the 

439  'Tis  Love  !  'tis  L. 

249  'Tis  love  that 

377  'Tis  midnight 

408  'Tis  no  surprising 

8  'Tis  ours  the 

570  'Tis  praver  sup. 

16 

'Tis  said  the  k. 

369 

'Tis  thee  I  love 

707  'Tis  there  with 

513  'Tis  thine  a  heart 

327  'Tis  thine  out. 

610 'Tis  thine  the 

23  'Tis  thine  to 

371  'Tis  thine  to  s. 

702  'Tis  this  that 

421 

'Tis  thus  the 

154 

'Tis  well  when 

473 

To  all  mv  weak 

134  To  chase  the  sha. 

20  To  Christ 

damp  our  earth 

724  fo-dav  a  pard. 

333  To-day  attend 

397  To-day  he  rose 

113  To  do'his  heav. 

i  each  the 

452  To  earth  the  g. 

419  To  tinal  good 

To  God  he  left 

137 

To  God  the  Father 

224 

To  hail  thy  ri. 

19 

To  happier  days 

To  hear  the  sor. 

5  To  him  it  leads  337 

357  To  him  that  in  312 

15S  To  him  shall  126 

54  To  Jesus'  name  514 

332  To  keep  the  224 

3^i  To  mine  ilium.  145 

63  To-morrow  will  182 

708  To  others  let  me  402 

649  To  our  benighted  148 

36S  To  pass  that  252 

605  To  please  thee  467 

48  To  pray  and  wait  682 
88  To  purest  joys  524 
85  To  shame  'our  92 

367  To  spread  the  77 

340  To  take  a  glim.  497 

340  To  thee  and  419 

99  To  thee  I  owe  413 

100  To  thee  I  tell  447 

457  To  thee,  insep.  558 

530  To  thee  let  all  725 

573  To  thee  my  last  315 

132  To  thee,  my  Sav.  419 

506  To  thee  our  hum.  342 

349  To  thee  our  p.  195 

398|To  thee  supreme  10 

83  To  thee  supremely  570 

355  To  thee  the  glory  346 

49  To  them  the  c.  116 
600  To  this  dear  re.  29 
674  To  this,  this  only  331 

92  To  us  the  light  146 

383  To  us  the  prom.  71 

307  To  us  the  sacred  486 

39  To  vou,  in  David's     61 

150  Too  long,  mv  S.  321 

13S  Together  in  his  236 

-ether  let  547 

568  Toil,  trial,  suf.  499 

iuched  with  a  119 

40,  Touch  me,  and  m.  615 

36  Tremble  our  h.  508 

150  Tremendous  jud.  695 

2&7  True,  'tis  a  strai.  431 

682  Truly  blessed  517 

247  Trust  in  the  Lord  192 

35  Try  me  till  no.  450 

177  Tune  your  harps  89 

irn,  and  your  265 

563  Turn  back  our  525 

267  Turn  Christian  651 
61S  Turn,  guilty  sin 

77  Turn,  mortal,  turn  651 

572  'Twas  a  heaven  336 

71  'Twas  grace  that  364 

463  'Twas  He  that  2S5 

327  *  Twas  mercy  fil.  73 


34 


INDEX   TO   STANZAS. 


'Twas  not  their 
'Twas  so  with  iia 
'Twas  through 

Unchangeable 

Under  the  sha. 
Unwearied  may 
Up  into  thee 
Up  to  her  courts 
Up  to  the  hills 
Uphold  me,  Sav. 
Upon  my  head 
Upon  us  lay  thy 
Us  into  closest 
Us  into  thy  pro. 

Vain  are  our  fan. 
Vain  the  stone 
Veiled  in  flesh 
Vessels  of  mercy 
Vilest  of  the 

Waft,  waft,  yc 
Wake  and  lift 
Wake  from  sleep 
Waken,  0  Lord 
Walk  with  me 
Waiting  to  receive 
Wash  it  from 
Wash  me,  and 
Wash  out  its 
Was  it  for  crimes 
Watch  ! — 'tis  your 
Watchman,  tell 
We  all  partake 
We  arc  his  people 
We  are  traveling 
We  ask  not  for 
We  ask  for  wis. 
We  ask  not  gol. 
We  ask  not  hon. 
We  bow  before 
We  bring  the  trib. 
We  bring  them 
Wc  can,  0  Jesus 
We  come,  great  G. 
We  come  to  hear 
We  for  his  sake 
We,  for  whose  s. 
We,  for  whom  God 
We  lay  our  gar. 
We  laugh  to  scorn 
We  look  with  h.  { 
We  never  will 
We  now  thy  p. 
We  perish  if 
We  praise  thee 


700  We  share  our 
568  We  soon  shall 
578  We  too  with  him 
We  will  not  bring 
28  We  will  not  close 
54  We  who  in  Christ 
386  We  would  no 
549  Weak  as  vou 
193  Weak  is  thee 
574  Welcome  all  by 
365  We'll  crowd  thy 
470  We'll  talk  of  all 
57 1  Well  might  the 
648  Well  pleased  the 
547 1  We've  no  abiding 

I  Were  half  the 

340  Were  I  in  heaven 

105  Were  I  possessor 

64  Were  the  black 


197  Were  the  whole 
325  Were  universal 

What  are  the 
722  What  are  our 
571  What  did  thy  only 
251  What  crowds  of 
620  What  empty 
627  What  fullness  of 
639  What  have  I  done 
214  What  if  the  sp. 
274  What  is  it  keeps 
423  What  less  than 
_S6  What  object,  Lord 
703  What  peaceful  h. 
729  What  shall  I  say 
545  What  then  is  he 
479  What  though  a 
552  What  though  in 
214  What  though  my 
604  What  though  it 
604  What  though  the 
604  What  though  thou 
516  What,  to  be  ban. 
1S7  What  transports 
213iWhat  troubles 
705  What  we  have 
508  Whate'er  consists 
483  Whate'er  in  me 
514  Whate'er  pursuits 
465  Whate'er  thy 
405  When  age  advan. 
587  When  bound  with 
547  When  by  the 
568  When  called  by 
563  When  death  at 
211  When  dire  temp. 
602  When  early  morn. 
702  When  earthly  joys 


550|When  every  earth. 
525  When  evening  si. 
219  When  flames 
182  When  from  its 
705  J  When  from  the  c. 
358  When  from  the 
355  When  gladness 
44l|When  God  is  mine 
368jWhen  God  would 
493|When  harassed 
479  When  here  thy 
504  When  I  attempt 

86  When  I  review 
351  When  I  touch 
512  When  I  tread 
00(5  When  in  the  slip. 

53  When  in  the  sultry 
413  When  in  the  form 
300  When  Jesus  m. 

84  When  Justice  b. 
125  When  kings  ag. 
166  When  mid-days 
319  When  nature 
308|When  o'er  thy 
232  When  our  work 
413 
625 
593 

53 
313 
133 
263 
460 


When  pain  o'er 
When  pleasure 
When  rising  floods 
When  shall  I 
When  shall  m. 
When  shall  these 
When  shriv'ling 
When  sleep 

3341  When  some  kind 

210  When  sorrows 
47  When  that  happy 
4|When  that  illus. 

348  When  the  tern. 

166  When  thou  ari. 

722  When  thou,  O  L. 
42  When  through  fi. 

689  When  through  the 
69  When  to  the  cross 

537  When  to  the  r. 

358  When  to  the  th. 

388  When  to  the  r. 

345  When  trouble 

408  When  troubles  rise 

357  When  we  asunder 

603|Whenwe  have 

603  When  wrestling 
51  Whene'er  the  an. 

426  Whene'er  the  man 

426  Where  am  I 

603  Where  am  I 

585  Where  are  the  h. 

603  .Where  is  the  bless. 


243 
578 
603 
198 
340 
535 
610 
376 
618 
603 
198 
234 
233 
411 
428 

36 

40 

81 
404 
710 
190 
585 

36 
637 
581 
403 
417 
423 
656 
330 
657 
688 
586 
133 

23 
675 
452 
231 

42 
680 
430 
430 
218 
549 
234 
365 
362 
199 
550 
513 
315 

78 
230 
467 
470 
461 
460 


35 


INDEX  TO  STANZAS. 


Where  is  the  z. 
Where  pure  essen. 
Where  the  in. 
Where'er  ascends 
Where'er  his  hand 
Where'er  I  turn 
Where'er  we  sro 


Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 
Wh 


le  all  my  old 
le  all  the 
le  angels 
le  at  thy  cross 
le  flesh  and 
le  God  invites 
le  grace  is  of. 
le  guilt  dis. 
le  he  affords 
le  his  gr. 
le  I  draw 
le  I  am  a  pil. 
le  in  this  re. 
le  many  spen. 
le  scarce  I 
le  seraphs 
le  sinners 
le  some  have 
le  these  my 
le  thou  my 
le  through 
le  we  have 
le  we  seek 
le  yet  in 
1st  here  our 
1st  I  feel 
ther!  ah 
ther,  O 
Who  can  resolve 
Who  conquer 
Who  ever  will 
Who  his  coming 
Who  is  like  God 
Who  suffer  with 
Who  thee  beneath 
Who  thus  our 
Who  were  these 
Who,  who,  my  S. 
Who  would  not 
Whom  man  forsa. 
Whom  now  we 
Whom  thou  dost 
Why  should  I  sh. 
Why  should  I  sh. 
Why  should  I  com, 


461  Whv  should  we  55. 

509  Why  then,  thou  532 

147  Why  will  vou  in  240 

31  Why  will  vou  m.  243 

723  Why  will  ve  ch.  241 

9  Wide  as  the  world  479; 

24  Wide  as  the  reach  274 

303  Wide  it  unveils  338, 

4  Will  he  forsake  101 

120  Wilt  from  the  292 

335  Wilt  thou  defy  244 

226  Wilt  thou  not  247, 

275  Wisdom  and  mer.  439, 

274  Wisdom  divine  524 

229  Wisdom  its  die.  162 

41  With  fainting  h.  391 

45  With  fraudless  403 

98  With  gods  for  10 

01 1  With  grateful  joy  203, 

385  With  joy,  great  176, 

586  Withjov  like  106, 

433  With  joy  the  c.  60 

125  With  joy  the  F.  352 

687  With  joy  thy  191 

5~-4  Withjov  we  215 

536  With  me  I  know  379, 

356  With  my  burden  617 

145  With  names  of  v.  228 

540  With  outstretched  198 

173  With  pitving  eye  87 

223  With  raptures  4& 

511  With  sacred  awe  21 

414  With  saints  en.  638 

495  With  simple  faith  307 

401  With  thee  and  485 

619  With  thee  conver.  559 

458  With  thee  let  49 

270  V  ith  thee,  in  the  80 

238  With  this  cold  354 

492  With  us  thou  art  554 

451  With  what  dif.  684 

205  Within  these  hal.  714 

219  Within  these  walls  188 

672  Within  thy  cir.  13 

103  Within  thy  pres.  445 

631  Witness,  all  ye  361 

318  Witnesses  that  C.  562 

554  Wonderful  in  62 

588  Worship,  honor  122 

657  Worthy  the  Lamb  499 

439  Worthy  the  Lamb  117 

456  Would  not  mv  389 


Ye  chosen  seed  115 

Ye  curious  minds  1 

Ye  fair  enchant.  302 

Ye  fearful  saints  37 

Ye  gentile  sin.  115 

Ye  sinners,  come  257 

Ye  sinners,  seek  681 

Ye  slaves  of  sin  256 

Ye  tempting  302 

Ye  tenants  496 

Ye  that  have  706 

Ye  who  are  112 

Ye  who  have  256 

Ye  who  see  the  493 

Yea,  amen,  let  686 

Yea,  and  before  551 

Yea,  at  the  last  417 

Yea,  let  men  210 

Yes,  every  secret  692 

Yes,  let  it  go  304 

Yes,  the  prize  684 

Yes,  thou  art  369 

Yes,  though  of  359 

Yet  are  his  house  222 

Yet  could  I  hear  299 

Yet  didst  not  76 

Yet,  gracious  God  447 

Yet  Jesus,  Jesus  296 

Yet,  looking  d.  294 

Yet,  Lord,  for  us  561 

Yet,  Lord,  where.  203 

Yet  not  thus  life.  644 

Yet  oh,  the  chief  322 

Yet  save  a  trem.  317 

Yet  sovereign  m.  473 

Yet  still  a  high  221 

Yet  still  our  80 

Yet  still  thy  name  463 
Yet  the  conquerors  672 

Yet  these  new  622 

Yet  though  for  125 

Yet  with  this  593 

Yon  shining  orbs  1 1 

You  in  his  wisdom  46 

You  that  mourn  278 

You  that  oft  278 

Your  lofty  themes  500 

Your  sacred  hairs  38 

(Your  way  is  dark  240 

!Zion  enjoys  her  434 


S6 


INDEX  TO  TUNES, 


INDICATING  THE  BOOK  AND  PAGE  WHERE  FOUND. 


TCNE. 

VAX]  OF  BOOK.      PAGE.;      TUNE. 

NAME  OF  BOOK.      PAGE. 

Accornac, 

David's  Harp, 

52  Cambridge, 

New  Lute, 

91 

Albany, 

M.E.  Harmonist, 

157  Chester, 

<(          a 

102 

Albion, 

Car  min  a, 

108  Chimes, 

Carmina, 

88 

Alexandria, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

,    63  China, 

New  Lute, 

83 

Alfreton, 

New  Lute  of  ZioE 

,  57  Chopin, 

tt         a 

124 

Alma, 

Carmina  Sacra, 

379  Clarendon, 

a         tt 

123 

Alway, 

New  Lute, 

37  Clark. 

M.E.Harmonist, 

149 

Ames, 

Carmina, 

80  Coleshill, 

tt            ti 

66 

Amsterdam, 

" 

226  Come  ye  disc 

~Se\x  Lute, 

229 

Anthem, 

Vital  Spark. 

Conway, 

a          a 

94 

Antioch, 

Carmina, 

116  Cookham, 

M.  E.  Harmonistj 

209 

Aravesta, 

New  Lute, 

170  Cooper, 

Keystone, 

191 

Ariel, 

Carmina, 

176  Coronation, 

New  Lute, 

112 

Arlington, 

tt 

97  Coventry, 

a           a 

85 

Arundel, 

tt 

112  Cranbrook, 

a           it 

144 

Asbury, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

,    6S  Dallas, 

Carmina, 

194 

Ash  ford, 

Carmina, 

61  Devises, 

New  Lute, 

97 

Ashwell, 

" 

55  Defleurv, 

a         a 

198 

Asylum, 

M.E. Harmonist, 

281  Dikeman, 

a           a 

132 

Auburn, 

tt            tt 

260  Disciple, 

a           ti 

336 

Avon, 

New  Lute, 

107  Dort, 

Carmina, 

221 

Aylesbury, 

«        tt 

143.  Dover, 

New  Lute, 

137 

Azmon, 

a           tt 

117  Dundee, 

a        a 

122 

Baid, 

Carmina, 

159 

Duke  Street 

tt        a 

51 

Balerma, 

New  Lute, 

81 

Ebor, 

it        tt 

209 

Bancoke, 

it        a 

127 

Edenboro', 

a        a 

135 

Bangor, 
Barba, 

if               tt 

120 

Edgeware, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

,    43 

it                ti 

353  Effingham, 

Carmina, 

47 

Bavaria, 

It                tt 

188Elon, 

a 

131 

Bath  Chapel 

David's  Harp, 

18Eltham, 

a 

196 

Benevento, 

New  Lute, 

178  Eve, 

'Saw  Lute, 

171 

Bently, 

Carmina, 

205  Fenburn, 

(<        it 

147 

Bether, 

New  Lute, 

175  Fenwick, 

Carmina, 

212 

Boston, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

213  Feinhill, 

New  Lute, 

178 

Bovlston, 

New  Lute, 

143  Forrest, 

<t        tt 

47 

Brattle  Str't 

tt      tt 

> 

95  Fountain, 

a        a 

79 

Brewer, 

tt        a 

47  Franklin  Sq. 

a          a 

141 

Brest, 

Carmina, 

214  Gainsboro', 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

,      7 

Bridgewater 

New  Lute, 

42  Gardner, 

New  Lute, 

141 

Brighton, 

n      a 

152  Geneva, 

a        a 

101 

Brooinsgrore,    "      " 

124|Girar, 

Carmina, 

167 

Burn  ham, 

tt      a 

163 

|Gire, 

New  Lute, 

97 

AAA 


37 


INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


VlNE. 

NAME  OF  BOOK.    ■] 

>AGE 

|       TCXE. 

NAME  OF  BOOK.      PAGE. 

Goldenhill, 

Carmina, 

167 

Missionary, 

Carmina, 

222 

Gorham, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

193 

Mt.  Pleasant 

,  New  Lute, 

108 

Guardian, 

Dyer's  Selection 

157 

Naomi, 

Carmina, 

89 

Haddam, 

Carmina, 

182 

Nehemiah, 

Nehemiah, 

22 

Haruden, 

a 

217 

|New  Court, 

Carmina, 

172 

Hamilton, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

,    80 

Xewry, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

,    88 

Hantz, 

New  Lute, 

148 

New  Sabbath,  New  Lute, 

53 

Bar'y  Grove 

,  Carmina, 

63 

Northfield, 

a         a 

104 

Heard, 

Keystone, 

130 

Norwich, 

ii         tt 

168 

Heber, 

New  Lute, 

89!01d  Hundred 

,       "        " 

23 

Hebron, 

it        (< 

53|01dham, 

David's  Harp, 

9 

Hedding, 

a           a 

330 

Oliphant, 

Carmina, 

219 

Hendon, 

ti               tt 

170  Olivet, 

New  Lute, 

30 

Henry, 

Boston  Academy 

116  Olmutz, 

tt        tt 

131 

Hermon, 

Carmina, 

13901ney, 

Carmina, 

163 

Hingham, 

tt 

75  Orford, 

a 

56 

Hinton, 

New  Lute, 

220  Orland, 

New  Lute, 

37 

Hollman, 

Keystone, 

106  Ortonville, 

a            (i 

78 

Hotham, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

223  Osgood, 

Carmina, 

217 

Hope, 

tt                  u 

139!Otto, 

(i 

212 

Horton, 

Carmina, 

1980xford, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

123 

Howard, 

a 

102  Ozrem, 

New  Lute, 

133 

Iddo, 

ft 

110'Palestine, 

u         tt 

154 

Irish, 

David's  Harp, 

16,Palustrina, 

u           a 

154 

Islington, 

M.  E.  Harmonisi 

.    78  Parad'e,  L.M 

tt          a 

35 

Job, 

tt             tt 

103Parad'e,C.M 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

40 

John's  Street,     " 

310  Park  street, 

New  Lute, 

44 

Judah, 

New  Lute, 

34  Parma, 

ic           a 

354 

Kentucky, 

tt        tt 

127  Parvus, 

M.  E.  Harmonist 

74 

Kingsbridge 

i 

43  Peace, 

New  Lute, 

134 

Kozeluck, 

Carmina, 

197  Peaceful  Rest, Carmina, 

225 

Laban, 

New  Lute, 

130  Penitence, 

New  Lute, 

204 

Lanesboro', 

tt           a 

233  Peterboro', 

tt        a 

106 

Lanesville, 

Keystone, 

98  Petersfield, 

a           a 

176 

Liberty, 

M.'E.  Harmonist, 

146  Piety, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

56 

Lime  House, 

tt            tt 

116  Pierce, 

New  Lute, 

198 

Lisbon, 

Carmina, 

170Pleyel, 

a           a 

168 

Lischer, 

tt 

186  Plym'h  Dock 

,  M.  E.  Harmonist 

148 

Litchfield, 

it 

136  Po'rtsmouth, 

a                a 

185 

Love  Divine, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

249  Portugal, 

New  Lute, 

39 

Lowell, 

Carmina, 

58  Portland, 

a           << 

199 

Luton, 

New  Lute, 

61  Quito, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

49 

Luther's, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

147  Rest, 

New  Lute, 

52 

Lyons, 

it            a 

289  Retreat, 

a          a 

24 

Magdala, 

New  Lute, 

128  Rochester, 

a          a 

101 

Margate, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

132 

Rockingham, 

Carmina, 

43 

Martyrdom, 

New  Lute, 

107 

Rosefield, 

" 

195 

McKendree, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

246 

Roth  well, 

a 

69 

Mear, 

New  Lute, 

123 

Rowley, 

a 

207 

Meet  again, 

tt        tt 

329 

Russia, 

a 

359 

Melbourn, 

U              (i 

112 

Saboath, 

David's  Harp, 

177 

Mendebrass, 

Carmina, 

224 

Sab.  Morn'g, 

New  Lute, 

108 

Mendom, 

M.  E.  Harmonist, 

279 

Sark, 

David's  Harp, 

83 

Mendon, 

Carmina, 

39 

Savannah, 

New  Lute, 

356 

Meribeh, 

" 

173 

Sessions, 

a          a 

60 

Migdol, 

tt 

63 

Shields, 

((            ct 

360 

38 


INDEX   TO   TUNES. 


TUNE. 

Shirland, 

Shoe], 

Sicilian, 

Siloam. 

Silver  Street, 

Sincerity, 

Somervale, 

Spilsby, 

Sprague, 

Stonerield, 

Sterling, 

Stockwell, 

St.  George, 

St.  John's, 

St.  Martin's, 

St.  Olives, 

St.  Thomas, 

Suffolk, 

Sure  Retreat, 

Swan  wick, 

Talniar, 

Tenhain, 

Tice, 

Unam, 


NAME  OF  BOOK.      PAGE-I 

New  Lute,  147 

(i         tt  50 

M.  E.  Harmonist,  210 

New  Lute,  99 

142 

David's  Harp,  82 

New  Lute,  223 

M.  E.  Harmonist,  123 

Keystone,  143 

New  Lute,  C3 

35 

Carmina.  377 

David's  Harp,  24 

Carmina,  122 

"  98 

New  Lute,  76 

"         "  145 

M.  E.  Harmonist,    24 
(Music  sheet,) 
New  Lute,  113 

u         t(  ^95 

M.  E.  Harmonist.  301 
New  Lute,  128 

Carmina,  216 


Underwood, 

Uxbridge, 

Vesper, 

Virginia, 

Walsal, 

Warwick, 

Wareham, 

Ward, 

Watchman, 

Watchman, 

Wells, 

Welton, 

Wesley, 

Wilmington, 

Wilinot,  7s, 

Wilmot,8s&7 

Winter, 

Winchester, 

Woodstock, 

Woodland, 

Zanesville, 

Zebulon, 

Zerah 

,Zion, 


NAME  OF  BOOK.      PAGE. 

Carmina,  373 

82 

118 

M.  E.  Harmonist,    69 

New  Lute,  74 

95 

Carmina,  125 

New  Lute,  58 

135 

Carmina,  287 

60 

tt  47 

"  23 

«  90 

M.  E.  Harmonist,  210 

s,  Carmina,  205 

"  132 

«  38 

New  Lute,  78 

M.  E.  Harmonist,    13 

Carmina,  i>4 

"  189 

«  90 

«  214 


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